Monday, June 6, 2016

NOT VERY PROFESSIONAL

There's a whole galaxy
locked up
inside me, so there 

must be—at least one
knocking around 
in you

too. That must be why 
it feels so profound-
ly businesslike

whenever we 
come together—
those little stings

are just billions
of hapless little
individual 

planets getting annihilated,

all for the
designless
inevitable

sake 
of some invisible force's compulsion

to merge—and thereby
to always 

make more of itself. But why?
I'm starting to

think—
so that eventually,
it'll never 

have to say goodbye,
only—see you 
later.