Doppler Effect
By Andrew P. Dillon and Jonathan Brehm
I’ve got this intuition for the movement of time.
I fold shirts into squares, palms smooth
rising kinks. Fill the closet,
the wardrobe. The chore unlatches hours
from their docks. Soon the windows
darken, the fridge hums.
Beyond the bedroom, Seoul, Miami,
the Sunsphere—everything redshifts.
Expansion is measurable
only in the higher dimensions we can’t feel—
all ultraviolets, aurora borealis,
the capital building
white as raw glass. I’m sure of
the orbits that brought me to this moment
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Andrew P. Dillon graduated in the University of Tennessee’s inaugural MFA class. His work is forthcoming or has appeared most recently in Beautiful Cadaver Project, Analog, Stirring, & Connotation Press. He lives in Nashville while he completes his first collection. He is tragically committed to the Buffalo Bills, Buffalo Sabres, & Tennessee Vols. He strongly supports the use of semi-colons, em dashes, & the serial comma. He maintains an online presence at andrewdillonpoetry.com. "Doppler Effect" was written collaboratively with Jonathan Brehm.