National Poetry Month Day 11: “The History of Asterisks” by Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney


The History of Asterisks

It is midnight under the sky’s dome ceiling.
The moon speaks, saying nothing of consequence.
John Wayne is from Iowa, so we hitchhiked West
and I realized I never really loved you.
Your skepticism of scientific indices of happiness
is probably gendered or otherwise distorted.
According to Keynesian economics, demand is erratic,
therefore, I am not insane, but merely unsane.
I came over all unnecessary. I came, I saw,
I licked the mint green ice cream of evanescence.
Quivers of gardenias, sheaves of tuberoses,
I tripped over the semiquavers. At least I know
your home address and some good valedictions:
I blow a kiss to you, my friend …

Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney

Original poetry published by The Rumpus. More from this author →