Momma Dwarf Has Another Child
As if being slapped around and
downgraded wasn’t enough, the “fat asteroid,”
Pluto, has another moon—
barely big enough to spin, yet
pulling weight around her momma’s
midriff. They have named her
S/2011 P1, but call her P4 for short.
(All the good family names were taken.) Caught
on spy camera playing
between her two closest siblings,
nary a squeak.
She makes it a quartet.
Portraits provided courtesyof Hubble Studios.
My wife is pregnant again,
and I am watching her
as she irons the coarse weaves of my cloak.
I am trying to write, feverishly.
I am Doctor Yuri Zhivago,
and I am in self-imposed exile,
tracing snowflakes on the window.
I am dreaming of Lara.
The Bolsheviks have raided the city
and have purged the souls of the people.
The personal life is dead in Russia.
History has killed it.
I have had my fill of bloodshed.
I have looked at death with wild eyes.
I am coming home to Tonya,
I am coming home. The key
is still where she left it.
"Momma Dwarf Has Another Child" and "Tracing Snowflakes" were included in Issue #2 of Vector Press, a hard-copy poetry journal in its first year of publication.