The Grand Canyon

summer

my soul shed its skin shell

it got too big

nowhere to go so it floats

my personal cartoon rain cloud

blue balloon

and me

living cocoon

broken beer bottle

responsible for harvesting my heart

cut our ties

frayed yarn

loveless string

that was a pothole

a road no one traveled or bothered to

fix

then i met him

confessing to my love

the moon’s perspective as the astronaut thrusted our flag into

its chalky flesh

the result of his absence

impact crater

scientists

can you explain why—how

my insignificant emotion warehouse caused that?

next

it came from an alien source

mass graves erupt for each person

i

lost

myself