in whose shoes now
my soles still ringing from walking barefoot on sharp stones
I put an ad on a dead social media account:
WANTED
FRIENDLY LIGHT PARTICLE
FOR VOYAGE
WITH MASSLESS HUMAN TRAVELLING AT
SPEED OF LIGHT
MUST BE ABLE TO SPEND A LONG TIME
IN VACUUM
although glass
is my preferred
medium
my face
in a
font
of
emerging
cognition
my font
in your
face
is the
thought
of
space
unseating
me
we’re
n
tangled
your face a character
in all possible fonts
when a shotgun blast
spreads my brain
behind a stack of
magazines
the only thing about a
black hole
is its area
the only thing
about me is
flow
you choose
where
next