What secrets does it hold?
Can it tell us who kissed Sara
that night on the veranda, or
who Joey is really in love with?
We all know it isn’t Sara, we
mean look at them Christmas eve
and he’s staring whistfully
at the stars, or the largest
asteroid in the asteroid belt.
She’s staring at him, sure, but
she sees the twinkle in his eye
is not aimed in her direction.
The reflection of that reflection
will beam into space, lightyears
of space, dimming slowly each
second, until it dies out like
all of Sara’s hopes for something
resembling love in this life, real
love that takes hold of her by
the throat and refuses to let go,
love that makes men travel for her
and only for her, love that launches
space ships to that asteroid, the
largest in the asteroid belt, that
jewel of dead rock and ice, harboring
something that could’ve been life
and nothing that actually is.