"Knowledge" by Sandra Marchetti

They say it can’t be,
but it is, perfect.

What they don’t know
is that clocks

circle the drain
like pasta water,

unasked questions
we both know

answers for. After
some time we

actually did become
psychic—I know

another life flickers
somewhere in your

mind, yet you come
home to guess at

The Price Is Right.
It says I have

seen what God does
and the endoscopy,

and I could not
find another crevice

through which to
love you—whatever

hasn’t been said
is whispered

over and again
as we hang

in the blackness
of the in-between

dotted with blue,
white, and red giants.

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Sandra Marchetti called us from Lisle, IL.

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