My husband says dark matter is a reality not just some theory invented by adolescent computers he can prove it exists and is everywhere forming invisible haloes around everything and somehow because of gravity holding everything loosely together the way a child wants to escape its parents and doesn’t want to—what’s that— we don’t know what it is but we know it is real the way our mothers and fathers fondly angrily followed fixed orbits around each other like mice on a track the way every human and every atom rushes through space wrapped in its invisible halo, this big shadow—that’s dark dark matter sweetheart, while the galaxies in the wealth of their ferocious protective bubbles stare at each other unable to cease proudly receding Copyright © 2015 by Alicia Ostriker. Used with permission of the author. |
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