Do you know how many stars up there -- how many of those nighttime naked-eye stars-that-you-can-see are part of our local little galaxy?
Not off in the broader universe representing some distant cluster.
Just local twinkle. Milky Way shine.
Do you know? Do you? Do you?
How about all of them?
Motherfucker.
I like “local twinkle.” Maybe cause it sounds like taking a pee in the backyard.
And is the “motherfucker” a statement of awe or an epithet? ‘Cause if it’s the latter, I have only one thing to say to you. Fuckface.
Dear Y.S.:
I was going to saying: “epithet.” Because honestly, that’s how it was meant.
But given the way you’ve constructed your question and the expected negative consequences of holding fast to my intended initial responditudinal reactification, I find myself compelled to re-modify my positional, with the resultant alteration in my intended reply, as follows:
“statement of awe.”
Most sincerely, and with all due admiration and respect,
-C. V.
That’s what I thought.
i’m telling my mommy about this site, it’s got bad words.
Somehow this poem reminded me of Schoolhouse Rock. The most charming & thoughtful installments, like the one where infinity’s 8 being placed on its side. Except for the last word, which they won’t allow on T.V. But I like its ambiguity–how it could be an expression of awe at the vastness of the cosmos, or a tiny fist shaking at a system that so thoroughly dwarfs us. The state of not being able to decide which gave the poem an extra zing for me.
“Do you know? Do you? Do you?” is the voice of Dory the royal blue tang. I’ll see your black cluster and raise you an ocean, buster. Shine me on, will you? She would never, I promise, say “Motherfucker.” Awwwwww.
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