Wednesday, November 23, 2022


My science class memory of the Universe, it always

Begins in the dark. There are pinholes

Of misleading promise

—but that could be my eyes.

Have you ever seen a dead sunflower? The kernels

At the heart look like mummy teeth—the backwards-

Withered petals no longer canary yellow.

Instead, they curl away from the earth, like a vanquished

Coven of witches looking elsewhere.

But the point is 

It—the Universe, I mean, always moves to the light.

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