Her crazy best friend scolded me

for not writing a poem

like I did about her brother.

Write her a poem. Wow.


All the universes and their stars,

their comets, their gas giants

and other planets, their moons,

asteroids and meteorites,

from dark matter to grey matter,

all the way to the singlest of cell organisms,

metaphysics to particle physics, all of it. Wow.


What I can say is that she’s our first,

our sun, our moon, our star,

loved no more than her brother

but no way less.

For me, she is me,

distaff and better for it,

all that I could hope for.