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Brian Clifton

In Her Mouth, A Supernova


My wife walks on stilts

around the room and feels

so good about it.


We’ve removed the ceiling

so she can be higher than ever.


It must be exhausting

to traipse so close

to heaven, to deal


with gravity at its achingest.

Still, it’s hard to care


about things that far gone.

She knows inside every star

is a starling and a starlet.


So she pops them

onto her tongue


until she explodes again

like the supernova

she sucked into her mouth.


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