This poem was originally published in Spectrum Literary Arts Magazine. It was inspired Paul Murray’s book Skippy Dies, my favorite book about string theory.


There are universes within universes, and
even though I have nothing
to give to the swirling mass of Neptune
or offer the Shakespearean moons,
I can touch the eleventh dimension that
pulsates within your chest.
I’m collecting the shrapnel from her supernova,
and I’m wearing Alpha Centauri
as a cocktail ring, and
I’m mapping your freckles like constellations
because in my little universe
we are galaxies
whose spiraling arms intertwine.