inter-dimensional love story

You like mysteries that much?

the old movie asks through

the beautiful blond and

Yeah. You’re a mystery. I like you very much.

I do, I like jazz too and

after you left I drank til I was sick

You’ll recall I never drank before we met

Seduction! f lattery!!

You wanted that and

all I wanted was that gentle upper hand

held against your throat like python!

held against your will like God!

And I had it

for a while

at least

But now I’m here staring

down the end of this bottle and the

copper-green glass at the bottom

the stickiness around the rim

I am every galaxies finish and I am every universe’s beginning

and yet!

I’m still spinning!

Still orbiting

you

Those old movies we watched

all October long about

doomed love made me glad to be

doomsday incarnate

and I always liked it that way but

lately I’ve thought that maybe being nothing

with you might

trump that

I know

genius decays

like brain matter and scar tissue and

everything dies in the end

Like you, you’ll die one day and

I guess I’ll remain

That same old moon that spins now

and ten thousand years from yesterday morning

will fold into the

seams of space-time and

this universe is getting smaller every moment I spend breathing

and one day

by way of you(with you??because of you??)

my universe will end