poem

 Stardust

No, we’re not stardust

Don’t be so sentimental

Best to consider it debris

Scattered by a violent 

Primordial explosion,

Gunpowder residue, shrapnel

Cutting through space. 

Once, we didn’t need time.

There was nowhere to go

Nowhere else to be 

Only a singular awareness

Of wordless perfection.

But it wasn’t enough.

Look what we’ve done

Since— got all riled up

Spread out and then collided.

Now we hide in the undercarriages

Of strategically parked cars

Like ticking time bombs

11/14/23