Poems by Leslie Shipman
Four poems by Leslie Shipman (poetry, ’07) appear online at BOMB Magazine.
Another Disappointing Perigee Moon
Hello, supermoon, my full-fledged saturant:
blaze-bright in the black sky. Tonight,a mess is born. The marriage of chaos
and affection. To know too much, to desiretoo much, the first time like a relic.
The oval orbit spins itself dizzy,
circles close, pulls away, derangesthe distances.
This is how I want you to be:
a body astonished, strung tight
across the black matte of evening.A little bit drunk. Gaze-shy and stroked.
What to say when surrender comes?
What becomes of our promise to behavelike lovers? Science doesn’t lie.
It’s the end of a beautiful summer.
