After the wrong rocket collided with the moon
By way of lodestar,
we find our way to a
dark trampoline, thin
crust of frost crunching
beneath our backs.
Under November sky,
we unearth constellations.
Calloused hands trace
maps on icy skin, while
you tell me a story
of a billionaire and his
out of control rocket
exploding in the night.
I ask if you think Venus
ever considers how the
other planets perceive them,
and you tell me to be quiet, to
make a wish as it crashes into
the moon. Choke on your words,
smothering your very own
errant satellite.
Abigail Rabishaw is a 4th-year English major. Abigail is originally from Pembroke but has been in Ottawa since 2015. Abigail typically writes poetry and flash fiction, and her work expires the themes of grief, complicated relations, and the definition of home. Abigail was the runner-up in the 2019 Carleton Fiction Competition, and won the 2023 Lilian I. Found award. Abigail’s work has appeared in bywords.ca, and talking about strawberries all of the time. She also runs a small press called Prime Press with her partner.
