Backwards Question Mark
I told them, my back against the wooden
dock, staring, eyes wide in the lack of light.
If aliens came for me, I told them,
I would pick up and gladly go tonight.
Above us was that vast inviting sky.
Around us, the sweatshirt-and-flip-flops of
late spring, we searched for constellations. High
above us we found Leo. How I love
the idea of escaping there. I stopped
and asked do you ever flip the universe
in your head? We are not lying on top
of earth but hanging off the bottom. Curse
gravity for not letting me embark
into the crystal backwards question mark.
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