In This Galaxy by Diane Wakoski
I looked for a man who knew the temperature of stars...
“In This Galaxy”
by Diane Wakoski from Dancing on the Grave of a Son of a Bitch
I looked for a man who knew the temperature of stars; one who could draw rings around Saturn with a fine pen and would sleep with me as if a show of meteors was a common occurrence around the bed each night. But love and science—they are both gamples; and if you try to win the sun's light, you must be prepared also to lose every day.
Author’s Note: I just really loved this poem!
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