Supermassive

Robin Gow

Supermassive

What I have left to admit involves science:
how black holes can eat each other.

            How two black holes can meet
            over instant messenger and discover

they both know the same language
and are both lonely and are both

washing their sheet in water
and are both worried that

            one of these days they will
            run out of guilt and just be happy

to eat everything.

            The two black holes will get closer
            to each other, even if they promise

not to. The two black holes
will fill each other’s hunger with

            promises about destruction like:
            I have eaten these universes so that

I might finally meet you.
like:

                        I have consumed
                        these cosmoses so that

I might hear your voice
as it turns fibrous—coiled

            under my tongue.

The black holes might even
know that their meeting can

            only end in a larger gash:
            a vacuum turns on in their chests

where a human organ would be.

            When two black holes come together
            they become one supermassive
black hole. Biting each other’s
necks like the ouroboros:

                        are you my snake or my tail?

Yes, this is me telling the other
black hole I am sorry. 

            Yes, this is me being
            hungry and foolish,

                        Yes, this is me with my hands
                        inside him—puppet like

            making his tongue wag in space.

or maybe that was a flag.
Or maybe those were just

            my own eyelids.

You can leave if you want
I say with both voices.

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Robin Gow’s poetry has recently been published in POETRY, New Delta Review, and Roanoke Review. He is a graduate student and professor at Adelphi University pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing. He is the Editor at Large for Village of Crickets and Social Media Coordinator for Oyster River Pages. He is an out and proud bisexual transgender man passionate about LGBT issues.

Editor’s Notes: There’s a supermassive black hole at the heart of every galaxy. There is mystery and awesomeness about black holes. And as it is often the case, science provides wonderful metaphors and opportunities for symbolism. The image of two black holes merging together by itself, without words, speaks volumes. [Image courtesy: LIGO / Caltech / MIT / Sonoma State (Aurore Simonnet) https://www.theverge.com/2017/9/27/16368860/gravitational-waves-ligo-virgo-three-observatories-fourth-detection

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