Christopher
I told her
I want to go
to New York
But not so much to learn
about the evils
of fashion.
I want to visit the
Hayden Planetarium
where the Zeiss Star
Projector can take us back
to the Big Bang,
where it all began.
I picture Annabelle in the evenings
beside me, looking up,
her perfect neck
An archway to the heavens,
where the sun
will swell
And explode
Five billion years
in the future.
But, judging by the way
her face fell
when I confessed to her,
I don’t think
that’s ever
going to happen.