whatever passed through consumed and uncohesive, these planets

finish a final orbit and spin away

first themselves yes it was fun for me (…) yes, fun

another time could be we'd have another time this time the light's out

It doesn't matter what you do with your legs; time was

less compelling then anyone thought to guess

and we go back to sewing our own buttons on; night gripped

held to until the joke lost what made it funny

as if a house haunted by a star has any use for a ghost; as if

closing what was ajar between us

increases our distance from that disease