- Fabric of the Cosmos
After Brian Greene, for C.
Fresh purl in our worsted galaxy, I envy your blue amassing dust, knit of organs just begun to ruck the weave— so new off-needle, none you must submit to since this waft is yours to orbit, buck our course, and yet—for one stray wrinkling in design, your hydrogen might have spun a moth, a peptide, ocean swell, or linked like kudzu vines now climbing from a gut not mine. We could have been entwined; somehow in the ironing out of love we’re knots, stuck inside out. I’ve learned to ply flat, also fold: as fabric’s afterthought. And none strain far from any hitch who joins this earth; I’ve known your pull, hooked by its skein— I rejoiced, from the first. [End Page 121]
cate lycurgus’s poetry appears or is forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Tin House, Third Coast, and elsewhere. A 2014 Ruth Lilly Fellowship finalist, she has also received scholarships from the Bread Loaf and Sewanee writers’ conferences, and was recently named one of Narrative’s 30 Below 30 featured writers. Cate lives south of San Francisco, California, where she edits interviews for 32 Poems and teaches professional writing.