Poetry By Sara Aultman
You meet me at the Galactic Cafe
Listen to Sara reading her poem:
and yeah, the coffee here’s sublunar, but you’ll ask for one last slow-drip before we ride whip-quick into the next supermassive black hole, tossing lightyears asunder. No sunset left to measure our heartbeats against gravity beckoning us by bone and creamcore stardust. we face an intimate reckoning, my atoms pressed against your particular particles and, maybe, I’d be worried without your electromagnetic smile pulsing my heart back into song. with an indomitable event over our horizon we catapult each other, hand in star-speck hand, asking who between us made time finally lose his black-holed tongue.
Sara Aultman is a Seattle poet and writer. Previously featured in Fahmidan Journal, Olney Magazine, HAD, Stone Circle Review, you can find Sara on Twitter @TheSaraAult and Bluesky @saraaultman.bsky.social.