Jay Stewart Anderson
Jay Stewart Anderson is a writer, pharmacist, and cat dad living in central Ohio. He holds degrees from Ohio Northern University, and is currently a creative writing student at The Ohio State University.
The Seat of Our Starry Pants
The wide night is empty but the club thuds the beat—
floor heaving the chest of God with our tight grinds
amid strobes and lasers I go down to meet your dark
pants in the dance and the fleeting stars the party put there.
Their moving mass holds us close captive like gravity and in the mess I know
we’re alone—no one’s out there.
Everyone’s here. Like every black hole in the universe
is the seat of a single soul, lone fireflies of pinpricked infinities
hiding behind secret horizons hungry, grasping for a form
amid the whole yearning universe, only finding this earth—
the club where we touch.
floor heaving the chest of God with our tight grinds
amid strobes and lasers I go down to meet your dark
pants in the dance and the fleeting stars the party put there.
Their moving mass holds us close captive like gravity and in the mess I know
we’re alone—no one’s out there.
Everyone’s here. Like every black hole in the universe
is the seat of a single soul, lone fireflies of pinpricked infinities
hiding behind secret horizons hungry, grasping for a form
amid the whole yearning universe, only finding this earth—
the club where we touch.