In my bedroom my weight is three times more
than what I’d weigh on Jupiter.
If your kitchen was on Mercury I’d be heavier by half
of you while sitting at your table.
On Uranus, a quarter of my weight is meat,
or an awareness of myself as flesh.
On Venus the light would produce a real
|2019||Presto! How the Universe is Made||Stephanie Strickland|
|2019||The Imaginal Stage||D. A. Powell|
|2019||The Poem Grace Interrupted||Mikko Harvey|
|1909||The Old Pole Star||Edith Wharton|
|2019||Night Sky||Don Bogen|
|2018||from “Ongoing”||Norma Cole|
|2018||Dead Stars||Ada Limón|