The Grand Canyon
summer
my soul shed its skin shell
it got too big
nowhere to go so it floats
my personal cartoon rain cloud
blue balloon
and me
living cocoon
broken beer bottle
responsible for harvesting my heart
cut our ties
frayed yarn
loveless string
that was a pothole
a road no one traveled or bothered to
fix
then i met him
confessing to my love
the moon’s perspective as the astronaut thrusted our flag into
its chalky flesh
the result of his absence
impact crater
scientists
can you explain why—how
my insignificant emotion warehouse caused that?
next
it came from an alien source
mass graves erupt for each person
i
lost
myself