My Boyfriend Says He Has a Theory About Atoms, But He Won’t Write the Poem by Aleah Dye



My Boyfriend Says He Has a Theory About Atoms, But He Won’t Write the Poem


maybe

every so often, atoms swap

with each other, always random,

always beautiful, coming from the stars

to our arms, legs, necks, lips, kissing

us with the heat of dying heavens

so that our unexplained pain

isn’t hurtful—it’s art from another planet,

it’s the sun’s baby brother

burning out,

burning up,

burning us

to say hello I’m here earth isn’t so far

away.





Aleah Dye (she/her) primarily writes poetry, tending towards topics of morbidity, love, social justice, and philosophy. She is dreadfully afraid of imperfection and spiders, in no particular order. She has a one-eyed cat named Ivy and a one-track-minded (food!) cat named Rosebud. Aleah hopes to make hearts grow three sizes with her words. She is a 2020 Sundress Publications Best of the Net nominee. Read her latest work via Dreich, Another New Calligraphy, and Other Worldly Women Press. Follow her @bearsbeetspoet on Twitter.