12 The Meadow big love Kolbe Riney Today I find some of the clearest / photographs ever taken / of Jupiter / Her surface, a pastel blue and coral / acid trip of ever- / swirling eddies / And that makes me think, you know / that maybe Jupiter is a dancer / and also a curly girl / and she’s definitely bisexual / that I know for sure / And I think Jupiter / likes to wear denim jackets / with the patches on the sides / that say, LOVE THE UNLOVED / and fuzzy pink leg warmers / and scrunchies / And I think Jupiter is a lover / of all those hated / by the world, like / she has a pet rat / and feeds the possums on her doorstep / and she never clears away her cobwebs / And I think Jupiter understands me / like, I think she’s right / here with me, hoping / for a softer year: / a year / of romantic / comedies without the misogyny this time / and books / where people love each other / in the gentle way / and nothing else / and men you meet in bars / who order the super fruity cock- / tails and sip them through a swirly straw / without any shame / And the truth is / I think Jupiter can’t tell the difference / between loving and being in love / because when it gets big it all feels / like the same thing / even with strangers / and so every friend she’s ever had / still feels like a lover / And she’s really big, you know! / she’s like, really big / and she relishes it! / like, she licks her fingers / and even takes / samples from the grocery where she works.
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