The Other Girls (Poetry)

There were groups — cliques — gangs —
natural gravitations — like to like —
around the diva planet
and her dark star opposite —
force fields dragging debris in
dizzied by the lure of belonging —
the magnetic influence of poles
the drama of comets flaring
auras made up of fickle bouncing light
and sudden popularity eclipses —
black hole disappearances
in dustbowl clouds of jealousy and spite.

Through all this moiling ever-changing mass
I wandered — a pale gypsy moon
pulled around — loitering at the edge
of their showy worlds
taken in by galaxies whose charm
proved fleeting —
their atmospheres exploding into mist.
I knew at some core level
I didn’t fit their hierarchy —
the signs were always there.

I drifted — left behind their cold and milky shine
learned more about emptiness
and hummed through silent years of space
unsupported in the yawning gaps
between the then and now...

These days I spin at will
and glow a little in the night —
a renegade with an eccentric orbit
of my own.