The stars have no proof / of life but smolder regardless, maggots / feasting on the sky’s vast corpse, and like them / you were science before you were fiction.
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The stars have no proof / of life but smolder regardless, maggots / feasting on the sky’s vast corpse, and like them / you were science before you were fiction.
“the dog was lucky enough to catch
it mid-air, the bird flying low
searching for worms
or seed. The burial
is quick, without
ceremony. Some preservation…”
“despite not being real
Them and them
the conspirators
and the voices
but more the voices
which I waited for”
“When my husband says divorce, / I start decorating the interior / of my cardboard tent, stock / it with cans of SpaghettiOs / and Bumble Bee (flip-topped), / re-do my hair into a wild Einstein / without the Nobel or any theories / about relativity…”
Sunday morning, / he is hard / at worship / in the divine / church of golf. / His most / ardent prayer, / his heavenly gaze / comes down / to this tough putt / on the 7th green.
“Because I could not see what she saw, / I invented the burning city that gives no heat, / I planted the pillar of salt that is no resource, / And now, as their shadows wave at my feet, / I imagine the horrified look she gave / And salvage her look that has turned from me.”
But how to be in a world gone mad. / Not to be is easy. / Simply climb a willow tree, / reach for what you cannot have, / and fall from grace.
“It’s just half an hour, / it’s just a marriage, just a week’s worth of sex, it’s just / easier to move my thumb along the screen protector / like it’s tender, it’s just grief after grief after / your kid at a baseball game after grief after gif / after grief”
“the kingdom comes like a joke / told by a child, littered with /
what do you get and what happens now / and how many how many how many / like a game / of lost and found”
“you ask me to be patient. i paint an old bookshelf
& remember my posture, the way blossoms become
one last thing.”
“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”
“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
“I am a God fearing man / depending on who asks / But between you and me / God does not exist”
“lingering mysteries I knew / I would never know: a boy who / drank rivers…”
“The wildlife / rescue continues to tell me who / survives, who passes.”
“Born with so much blackness, I spent my life adjusting / puffy eyes to a new light, missing her darkness”
“they thought a ballistic missile / would drop. First, the realization: / no shelter, no basements
“Not everyone can tolerate at the speed of light”
