Everybody needs a beloved. Somelook beyond and above. My baby died

in my arms like a Martian, his ribsimploded into the oven of his chest.

Away he went, godlovvum. That was10,000 years ago. My baby and I posed

nude amidst primitive trees. He peckedmy cheek and it caved. A feathered lizard

leapt into his arms, and it gored him. Today,I have only his latex spacesuit. Today,

I think god how I loved once his bodyas it materialized before me, spoke to me,

kissed me inquisitively. I loved wildlywhen last he was here to allow me.

After coming twice, he vanished; have youseen my ancient astronaut? He was here once;

he was the dunce in the high school play.He was always watching crotches. From space,

he could see my heartbeat through the napeof my neck, blow smooth my wavy hair.

I went back to where we met; he wasn’t there—but the pond we strolled around still lay

like a victim under the cypress, goslings dottingits all-consuming blackness like defenseless stars.

Greg Allendorf is originally from Cincinnati, OH. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from such journals as Smartish Pace, Subtropics, The Portland Review, Narrative Northeast, Gigantic Sequins, The Hawaii Review, and Memorious: A Journal of New Verse and Fiction. His chapbook, Fair Day in an Ancient Town, was recently selected by Kiki Petrosino for the Mineral Point Chapbook Series from Brain Mill Press. He holds graduate degrees from The University of Cincinnati and Purdue University. He currently lives in Columbia, MO, where he is a PhD candidate and Creative Writing Fellow at The University of Missouri-Columbia.

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