From Next to Next
Satellites
by Dan Chiasson, from Where's the Moon, There's the Moon
5. Next
If you can orbit the planet, why can't you see
what makes the human heart happy?
Is it art or is it sex?
Or is it, as I suspect, just keeping going
from next thing to next thing
to next thing to next thing
to next to next to next to next
pulsating stupidly to outlast time?