Extremely Large South American Telescope

There’s a small party outside,

in my own yard I scraped clean

 

and pulled up the yellow weeds

to make room      for disbelief.

Stars, the quiet deer, the approaching

 

discovery of how even disappointment,

like the night, has a way of disappearing.

 

Without effort she materializes and

pop pop pops like atoms     in and out

of existence, accelerating her particles,

 

jamming up the machinery     while

meanwhile the phone continues

 

its nagging     of how real creation

is insistent upon loss, be it in dreams

 

or otherwise     when just in recent

memory or in the near future

we spoke at length about the new house

 

where we paint our expensive

bodies     in fine Chilean artistry