Stargazing

Kimberly Ackers

That star there,
that’s no star at all
he said, leaning closer to me
as he pointed to the sky
through the smoke to the
brightest patch of light.

That’s Jupiter, he said
resting his drunken head heavily
upon my shoulder. Isn’t Jupiter –

Red? I hear someone ask.
No. That’s Mars, I say.
No. Jupiter is red
too. I look up to the star,
to the planet.
Someone is lying