darklive
& unstudio shaking,
mother on
the boardwalk,
the lake
reflected dark mushroomcloud
‘look up’ –
Mamma.
a
weirdlygray swirling
Baetelgeuse
gone supernova,
not yet
bright, ‘but soon we’ll see
day 24/7 for
some weeks,’
two suns,
they say
electricgrayglow
of stardust
yet to reach
us.
impending
like the
voice aquiver,
hesitant//unaware.
she grabs my
head, pushes my chin toward
the obscured
stars—
‘look up’
i nod,
jawlocked at the cyllindricalthing,
the thing
with the unyet light
soon to shower
us in gamma—
