Space Station
69
i live at
space station sixty-nine.
absolute zero pleases me.
the coolness of planets
is where i cast
my lot.
stars glow in the green nothingness
of their poverty.
the black holes are crying
tears of white light.
among dead satellites i
look for you.
in spent rocket bodies & cars that
fly.
outside orion’s
yellow cafeteria, millennia pass,
but i do not
waiver, nor my love
13
December 1991
[Published in Grasslands.
© 1994 by Jim
Cohn.]
