Indigestion

after ingesting a star

it takes courage

to hurl dreams at a black hole, imagining they land

in a place we may touch

certain days, it is possible 

to love something so much

to forget

the many times

your life

fell short

i was likely in love with you indefinitely

that moment you pretended to cup a butterfly

in the orchard,

which had possibly died

knowing nothing of galaxies

or safety nets,

but reminded you

we are only as vast

as our love in solitude

and when you sent that missive stating

          there are no pure communities,

          evil was omnipresent

i understood your spirit was weakening,

so i erected monuments

out of voices

formed from hearing

and the question became less about suffering

and more about if or not

i wore moccasins

to sleep

and every dawn

you’d gesture to the fire escape

and say

          in event of a crisis,

          this is how grace operates