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Two Poems by Satarah Wheeler | Word Riot
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August 15, 2015      

Two Poems by Satarah Wheeler

How We’ll Make Our Millstones

Two people who’d not yet shared one single second of love together—but sat together, closely—watched science programming late at night. This is akin to love. A hot pink galactic cloud can scaffold even the most reluctant affections. With a final sip of wine, a tooth catching the rim & ringing the stemmed glass like a bell, the woman says: These photos can’t be real. Are these real photos? The man says: They’re telescope photos. The astrophysicist says: We need very large telescopes to expand & enhance our viewing field & to produce light-gathering power. We need so much light, very large light. The woman says: Why don’t they make a telescope city? It could probably see the Big Bang. The man says: This is how we’ll make our millions, spend our billions.

Love on Mars

Sometimes one of us will love the celestial body.
Light harvesters, we calculate and calculate
and calculate and calculate and calculate and
calculate and calculate and calculate and calculate
and calculate and calculate and calculate and cal-
culate and calculate and calculate and calculate
and calculate and calculate and clalculate and cal-
culate just to stare contently into its eyes.

S WheelerAbout the author:

Satarah Wheeler is a MFA candidate at The University of Kansas. Her current poetic interests include building a giant city out of high-powered telescopes one poem at a time. Her work appears in Midwestern Gothic, Moon City Review, Cave Region Review, Elder Mountain: A Journal of Ozarks Studies and others. She was raised in Branson, MO.

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