—I WANNA BE NEW AND DIFFERENT, ANYTHING I’M NOT

The Day the Earth Bounced

     You were going to tell me about the otters, their adorable paw-holding night dreams, how you saw a pair floating beyond the damn that corroded and clotted our dreams.

     You were going to tell me about the basket of babies, gawking at the moon, pointing at the lopsided stars shaking their stubby toes with glee.

     You were going to tell me something you forgot to tell me, perhaps a remedy for remorse and regret, a magic polish to burnish all of my morose bones.

     You were going to tell me you loved me, or you said you would, but then that tree fell, the earth bounced, and a thick dust buried everything.