Mudlark No. 64 (2018)

the planets exist
wombing us in you my wife says
for you remember when we were born
and you remember us from before
we were born to love each other
like satellites coursing through space unfamiliar 
with time your love o God a passion
in which you create
poems women and men
intricate incomplete fathers and mothers
in love and lovers
like big bruins who don’t eat one another’s young 
so lovely unabused and not abusive they won’t 
abandon us 

                                                                 — for Simone Weil 

Shann Ray | Atomic Theory 432, iii.7
Contents | Mudlark No. 64 (2018)