if you don’t count time

i found an earth

filled with plastic

it washed out

of the drain

i was having

a headache

i was having

an emotion

like why

does death

feel like

a discovery

every time

like who knew

this would happen?

who knew bones

were something

like sand

so we eat yogurt

from an eternal

material shaped

into a cup

i was thinking

about the river

and the road

and music

and the locations

of ends

and how earth

can’t avoid

being there

but how light

can be separated

into parts like

everything else

so at least

a moment,

a second,

even many,

can exist

without loss

if you don’t

count time

as it goes