I spend a minute excitedly pointing out Cassiopeia to him–look, there’s the W, can’t you see it ??–until he interrupts me. “You’re looking at the Big Dipper.” Oh. So I am.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?” he asks. No. No, I don’t.
the moon encourages
I look up the word
transported the syntax in a honeycomb
more than his fair share
of the sky
constellations all the collections I’ve abandoned
everything I’ve learned
constellations it all made sense at the time