This morning at the breakfast table
her monologue was about
a sparkling mystery
she said with a hushed yet
sparkly and mysterious voice
her hands cupped over her mouth
as if revealing a secret
to her fingers only
while the sound waves carried through
so that others might
receive the transmission
she went on about going outside after
the sunset stargazing into the sky
because it’s a sparkling mystery
before laughing a little at
the front of the mouth
and a lot at the back
her eyes glinting as if she might have
revealed too much about
the sparkling mystery
she repeated the monologue
a few more times
each seeming a bit more mysterious
because it’s a sparkling mystery
Joshua Keiter 