I have a basic misunderstanding of science
so speak softly from all that dark
because I won’t hear you anyway
a whisper a minor atmospheric event on the hairs of my neck
waves given up to the cosmos
undulating in infinitesimally decreasing amplitudes
so that sometime past the end of us
long after the others when we’ve done with desire heeded
the heart no longer
I will be sipping an espresso in some East Village coffee shop
picking the dog hair off a cardigan I no longer wear ironically
rereading a novel I recall hating
(because I want to remember once more how it feels to be satirical)
smoking cigarettes again because what does it matter
and up in the ionosphere [what you said the disturbance]
will happen upon a neutrino shooting through space
the course of the words altered
ricocheting now on a trajectory toward Ave. B
and I will feel the hair on the back of my neck
and I might remember [something] not us
perhaps a sensation dredging the sludge of my memory
but still I won’t hear you anyway
About the author:
Dane A. Wisher is in the MFA program at the University of Houston, where he also teaches writing. He graduated from the University of Virginia and then idled his life away for a couple years in New York City. He grew up on the Jersey Shore. Yes, he saw the show.
