Annabelle
I sneak back inside during
a dance number.
Christopher’s lights are bouncing
off the dancer’s feet—
Yellow and blue, with streaks
of silver on the back wall.
I think of the show Christopher
described at the Planetarium.
He wants to spend both evenings there
under the galaxy
Watching the universe
dance across the dome
Instead of sitting in diners
with me and the others, like I pictured,
The two of us leaning close,
planning to change the world.
His face in the booth is super-charged,
smiling wide above the board
Like I’ve never seen him smile
near the stores
And I wonder if I was wrong
to expect him to want
The same things
as me.