Now let’s speed up a year,
said the lady holding the remote
control of the night sky,
and see where Saturn will be
next year at this time.
A whirr of stars
fastforwarded over our heads
while my hands grew
wrinklier from washing 365 nights of dishes
pulling up 48 doses of Pediacare
spreading peanut butter on 547 sandwiches
and turning right into my parking space 896 times.
she cried happily,
lifting her finger off a button
as Saturn’s rings screeched to a
And we all craned our tired necks
to stare at the dots
still wondering what happened to Pluto
and why exactly.