Stuart Little

It jabs me, how

the milky swirl of the cosmos
put love where starlight cannot reach.
Believe it all, trust, don't question.

Students, of perfection
with immaculate hair,
feather fans, fluttering curls,
Take your time sport,

your car has scented envelopes
with surprises,
Letters you said
flew from across the stars.

You put on the lightweight suit
and pinstripe blouse.
for the special guest . . .

And I whispered
when you crossed the table.
Introduce yourself!

You rained into my eyes
as I sat at the edge of my saucer,
and drank tea.

I told you I'd return,
lifted you into my hands.
I lied, carried on.
You pressed a wafer
into creases of my palm.
I left it at your feet
alongside a bag of letters.