Her Lips Were Red in Space

she loves
like lit stars
rides Saturn’s rings
knows Pluto’s heart
plumbs black holes
sprays cosmic dust
she makes
space weather love
the aliens are
there, they love
in the supernovae
and tetrahedra
collapsed stars
are where the
love we can’t see
goes to wait for
antimatter to be-
come matter
the broken parts
and the whole
of love you can’t
see live in the
eleventh dimension
she’s there, so are
you, we, with more
than two arms to
hold all the love

 

 

Dirge

Every morning
I apologize to the
dreams that

fall away
like confetti
in the sirens
of the day

I sing
as the pieces
float to earth

always
more naked than
yesterday