WORK — short films
'BLISSFULLY'
micro short
the universe may stop expanding in five billion years
at which point time will cease
to exist and i can finally stop complaining.
there's a fragile world reflected in the glassy
pearl of your spit
left on my belly
and i'm telling you,
i've never been so old.
the day sucks with leech-
teeth.
even given the shreds
of your dead rind caked under my fingernails
there's the black chasm of want
expanding in my chest
the way a bead of ink breaks,
making me difficult
to touch without an exit plan.
imagine, please,
a better continuum.
"The universe may stop expanding in five billion years"
by Savannah Brown.
you say earlier doesn't feel real
and you're right,
not because there was anything exceptional
about the heath
in early afternoon,
not because our chins sticky with cider
was a notable pip in this quivering glitch of a life,
but because it was too ordinary
to even dare remember,
because we'll someday ache
for any regular sunday in june
where the sun was a sure thing
and breath tasted like warm grass
and there was not a single indication
the cosmos would one day shut
like your eyes,
tight
with pleasure.