Dinnertime Blues

Mother ate the moon
Turned out the sky

She stormed inside
Opened her mouth

Out came a string
Of seven planets

Dinner was thrown
Into darkness

What I’m Reading:

Humans did not end themselves in one gulp, but in small sips, and there were dregs left at the bottom, backwash that wound up as spilled droplets across the galaxy, drying up one by one.

— Deb Olin Unferth / Earth 7