Space Travel
I travel in &
out of space.
I’m not the
only one.
I see nephews &
nieces out there,
rummaging thru
bins of used days.
I saw you once,
primping in front of a
looking glass.
I cleared my throat
the way I used to
when you
took my breath away,
but you paid me
no mind.
“Are you listening
to me?”
someone on the
other side of the
table asked.
I dropped a
sugar lump
into my coffee &
stirred it.
“Yes,” I said.
“Please go on.”
