annihilation

i.

ise got exacto knife blues
three dozen moons mirrored deep
all festooned convexities waxing
gibbous on repeat
telescope inflected
beak-less gutter
snipes

ii.

/ wholly holy /
/ mawed + gashed /
/ swallowed whole /

iii.

ise got arroz con pollo shakes &
i look out on a january field
think i see
white crosses
in the snow

iv.

ise got skeevies —
the subatomic particles
that make you & me
don’t really matter

we are all children
of dark matter

we are all supermassive
black holes

we are annihilation

What I’m Reading:

“And I’m alone in the darkness again, exactly like I was before.”

— Jon Fosse / A Shining