Brooklyn, 1 a.m.
in half-lotus at the end of your bed
with the waxing moon
pouring through the window
without my glasses the world is fuzzy
like a poorly developed photo
that the photographer passes off as art
tonight we stood on the rooftop
Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn
embedded in the black above us
according to the Internet
a night like this happens
once every eight years or so
in my experience, there’s never
been a night quite like this one
whether half-lotus or fetal position
astrology is bullshit
but the planets are still reassuring
up there, judgment suspended
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