Lookit!

At fifteen, I saw, far away,

through the lens of naivety,

what I believed was a pair of stars.

A discovery that would make me

the toast of the library,

and benefit the scientific cause.

A smarty, I’d be!

Without having to study.

They’d fete me! Elevate me!

They’d feverishly locate me.

My earthly form would be hard to see.

‘Cause, among the stars is where I’d be!

On tee-vee! On Carson.

Interstellarly a-parsin’.

Not so much to him as Katharine Ross.

In LA and Piscataway,

I’d hold forth and dance the night away,

and dine upon fried prawns in truffle sauce.

“Lookit!”

I said.

“Those stars are orbiting each other.”

“Lookit!

A little further over…”

“The right one twinkles,

and the left one’s blue.

Those other ones might be binary, too!”

“Lookit!”

It was my own subjectivity.

“Lookit!”

They said there was only one they see.

“So, it!”

…didn’t translate to the masses.

When all was said and done,

it just turned out I needed glasses.