The liminal glitch
of dark matter
pulls my mind upward
the glitter of stars is a lie
The photons that reach us
are old – no one asks them,
‘Are you tired?’
when they finally get here
and die to bring my nerves
something new
Day: December 10, 2022
born in an SK blizzard
she nevertheless persists
Congrats mOm for weathering and surviving. Hugs from the family!
We are OOGING our way through the chocolate.