what if we died in space?

I realize that I am absolutely terrible at keeping up with this blog. Will try harder this month...

For now, I thought I'd share my favorite poem that I read in a literature magazine I used to subscribe to called Cicada:

as my eardrums yielded to my body's pressure

i would whisper thickly to you but

what would carry my words to you-

exploding in your own right?

our eyes would swirl off together:

a tiny quartet of mutual revolution

our shirts, torn to pieces by the bloom

of ribcages, would create magnificent

venues of billowing cotton and polyester

our muscles would unfurl: a red carpet

for two unlucky hearts to make their debut

they would go

careening towards each other

would collide and spawn

an asteroid, a sad love story

and my whisper would hang in the cosmos:

the stars are beautiful tonight

what if we died in space?

by Al Kostalas