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
S. TOURJEE 