Sometimes my husband
leaves bed
for a little spacewalk
and ends up with a case of aliens
in his throat.
When I try to wake him
it’s as though I’ve punctured a hole
in the oxygen tank
of his reality
and for a few moments he is just gasping,
a visitor here.
Hello luv, we live on earth.
From the outer rims
of our solar system, earth
just looks like a pixel of
blue light caught in a sunbeam.
Not even a pixel—
That’s what Voyager 2 & Voyager 1
saw from the edge of our heliosphere
And that’s the way my husband looks at me
when I wake him—
Like our life here on earth
is a half-pixel deep
and hardly to be believed—
Earth, luv, we live on earth.
My husband moves like an earthworm
across the carpet.
Does his best monkey.
Motions as if to offer a string
connected to something in sky
& I take it.
We act as two animals holding invisible balloons.