Issue 20
Summer 2019
Planetarium
Amy Forstadt
The day before Christmas I take my son
to the planetarium. “It’ll be fun,” I say.
Really, I want to escape
my new in-laws, their holiday
trimming cooking scrubbing belonging
to them only. So up and down
the Oregon hills we drive.
Alex, sulky and pale,
forehead on the window, staring at the gray
green pines lining the freeway, missing
his video games, his room, his father
maybe. I hum Christmas carols and it rains.
The planetarium has too much space
on this December 24th. It’s vast, all
echoes and wandering strangers
floating in that neither/nor before Christmas,
waiting for the show to start.
An old woman rests on a bench, nudging a stroller back
and forth, a scowling man carries a toddler close,
three adults walk in line, near but not
together. And Alex and me, on our own
like the old days
after my divorce but before I married Tom.
We enter the great theater with our small
but hearty crew of jettisoned explorers
and sit, coats rustling. I touch Alex’s hand.
He pulls it away. But later–
as we crane our heads backwards to see the ceiling
turn black and full of galaxies—he brings it to rest
on my sleeve. I touch his fingers,
those tiny travelers, warm and familiar.
I learn that we are all the center of our own universe.
Each of us certain we’re the middle
of everything. The space between
planets ever expanding, so we’re always leaving
and not leaving, steadfast in our orbit
and bound by our own gravity.
It’s dark when we leave. And snowing,
a sloppy, heavy, Portland kind of snow.
But Alex doesn’t care. He runs out into it.
“Look!” he says, pointing up into the dark
like he sees his name there. “Look, mom!”
I look. The curve of his cheek against the sky.
His eyelashes wet with stars.
About the Author
Amy Forstadt’s poetry and fiction are upcoming or have appeared in Green Brier Review, Heavy Feather Review, Pif, Entropy, and others. She’s also written for Disney Online Originals, Nickelodeon, The Hub, and Animal Planet. Amy lives in Los Angeles with her fiancé, son, and one cat too many. You can find her on Twitter @amyforstadt.