In A Gravitational Meadow

published in Mudfish, 2007, 15:42

Watering the arid land
With tears, newsprint forms a compost.
I remember my dead parents and abandoned daughter.

I desecrate the tattered life raft.
There is an abundance of powdered milk
Which I mix with my own urine.

This foiled astronaut suit is warm enough. Weather
Patterns never matter
If you live in a vacuum.

Time to roll out a blanket
In this gravitational meadow
Until I burn from the solar winds

Make friends with the neighbors until
The red giant grabs me firmly around the collar.
The white dwarf kicks me in the shins.
The black hole tugs mercilessly from my rectum.

This seems the perfect place to spend a short billion years.