Tuesday, October 29, 2019

mmcmxxiii

I forget

the plan-

et revolves

around
the sun.

The moon

joins too

soon. A

crow on a

wire is

worth two

on a cell-

phone.

“It ain’t

the plan-

et that’s

dyin’,” says

my Grandma

Hazel in

my head,

“it’s the

roll of a

pair of dice.”

Which

makes

“paradise”

her last

exhalation.

Another

game of

trivia that

the saints

play like

chess

while 

we pond-
er our

next 

move.

Like we
do the

plastic
oceans.