My sister is a lonely swimmer
The waves with their curtains of alewives
are a lake she’s the center of
if I look from far enough away
My years are far ahead of my face
which says Hannah this swimmer
is of you as a child
The news is that we’re years away
from human satellites
If I were a body of infinite signals
I’d aim a time capsule at big bang heaven
carrying nothing
but Big Star’s greatest hit
Evan White lives in Northampton, Massachusetts. He teaches writing and helps edit Slope Editions. His poems and reviews have appeared in Strange Machine, elimae, iO: A Journal of New American Poetry, and elsewhere.