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

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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 →