One Poem by Rose Fairfield

The Astronaut’s Wife

The wonder of space
is not lost on me

but all I imagine is
looking back at the whole

of humanity shining
from between the shores

of a black ocean
And the silent

uncertainty between
each chirp of your machine

The throbbing loneliness
that you prefer to life

in our house
And I don’t mean

it isn’t admirable
I mean

the moon is not a rock
The moon is you



Rose lives in the Appalachian mountains with her family. Her work has appeared in Eclectica MagazineRue Scribe, and Amethyst Review.

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