The Night of the Universe
An illumination from the belly of the porcine woman
you have taped to a five-dollar lightbox shines upon
our halfnakedness and later you change the record and
I spill wine and we ride this soft taupe womb-couch
together to placid exhaustion. I am concerned about
an open window in your shower. Scientifically, li-
ght is only a mode of darkness; open is a method of
closed.
When I think this way I worry less.
And then you inspire me to write more, love more, and worry a little less too…
