Stellar
by J. Bradley
After our first kiss,
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
On our second date,
you insisted we get
matching black hole
tattoos.
Over the phone,
you described the way
your underwear changed
with your mood.
I no showed on the third date,
changed my number into
an unsolvable equation, wore
mirrors and radiation suits.
Baby, I'm sorry
but the distance between us
was vacuous.
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
On our second date,
you insisted we get
matching black hole
tattoos.
Over the phone,
you described the way
your underwear changed
with your mood.
I no showed on the third date,
changed my number into
an unsolvable equation, wore
mirrors and radiation suits.
Baby, I'm sorry
but the distance between us
was vacuous.
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Author's Note
The original version of this poem appeared in the 2009 issue of Welter. This version appears in my debut collection, Dodging Traffic.
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I love the melding of science and love in this poem. Black hole tattoos, cancer of your lipstick--excellent images!
Stellar piece!
Thanks, you two.