My favorite constellation cannot be found
among Orion’s armament, nor the broad chest of Leo,
nor among the Ursas and their dippers.
My Little Love, eight stars, and this her story:
I uncovered her as the sun went down, traced her shape
with the tips of my fingers, memorized her even as she went away.
My Little Love, eight stars; freckles on the small of my love’s back.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
