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    Stargazing at Noon
    Stargazing at Noon
    Stargazing at Noon
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    Stargazing at Noon

    By Amanda Torroni

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    In this collection, Amanda Torroni expands on her previously published chapbook, Stargazing at Noon, adding over seventy poems and brand-new material. Torroni writes about intimacy, distance, the body, self-doubt, nostalgia, and love—both lost and found. Her poems weave disparate source material into beautiful metaphor; readers are as likely to find Plato and neurological terminology as they are moonlit lovers and broken hearts.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAndrews McMeel Publishing
    Release dateFeb 12, 2019
    ISBN9781524852061
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      Stargazing at Noon - Amanda Torroni

      FOR THE STARGAZERS

      THE DREAMERS

      THE ROMANTICS

      THE FANTASTS

      When you ask me, Which star is ours?

      I say, All of them.

      I have not been time traveling;

      I have been traveling through time.

      At night I close my eyes & dissipate into cloud atlas,

      band & billow noctilucent, then rearrange in rare pattern.

      What a beautiful way to break apart.

      A letter to my love, who must be lost at sea.

      Were most of your stars out? You forgot how to read charts. You circumnavigate the earth searching for a compass that works. On land there is a woman made entirely of ocean. Her heart is a storm. It beats against the metal hull of her ribs, r e l e n t l e s s.

      You think of her often.

      Were most of your stars out? The constellations are crooked. Planets no longer align properly. We are not magnetic.

      I’m running out of ways to explain what you mean to me.

      You’re gravity.

      You’re the sun.

      You’re the center of the universe.

      Shut up.

      Were most of your stars out? In love we become nocturnal, taciturn, we let our hands do all the talking, capsize every night in a sea of bed sheets, reaching for a body of water to drown in.         You are not him.

      We will find each other as soon as our eyes adjust.

      Were most of your stars out? Yes.

      every.single.one.

      I. Full

      ANTIQUES & ODDITIES

      i. This morning E. E. Cummings broke into your

      home & stole your beloved typing machine.

      The keys got stuck. Your brain stopped working.

      Line breaks are another way to

      frac-

      ture the soul.

      ii. When the Cole Bros. brought circus

      carneys to Cape May they came with

      a heat wave

      shimmering gasoline vapor

      elephant dung

      & a man named Charlie

      whose eyes befriended my big cat tattoo

      while my own rode

      the s p i n n i n g

      carousel

      of his black teeth.

      iii. There are 7 billion people on this planet

      & they are all made of

      tree rings.

      PURPLE AVENS & PRAIRIE SMOKE

      There used to be meadows in our chests.

      We would walk among them pointing out

      the purple avens & prairie smoke,

      which are actually one & the same,

      but we weren’t botanists back then.

      We’d roll around fields of nodding flowers,

      nod off ourselves in tangled stems

      until dreamscapes broke into delicate

      red petals hiding beneath our eyelids.

      In those days we made love from concentrate

      & it was the sweetest thing you could ever

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