i.
i have a theory
that the size
of the universe
is measured in
negative numbers:
so small that it
looped over
became big again

thus we are all
collapsing
into ourselves
and each other

brilliant clusters
entwined with
the void

and our expanses
are startled
and crossed
when we touch

and the universe
isn’t enough

every nebulae or
space where
a star was re-
placed with
something
that wasn’t nothing

or a nothing
becoming something


ii.
lately the hole
in my chest
is growing,
so i will observe
the vacuum
and wait for
infinity recurring

a bleak space imploding
chemicals corroding
stark ribs contracting
volatile, reacting

is this a refraction
of some light unsourced
immobility, quiescence,
or bouts of redacting

doubts interacting with stellar patterns
unquell our orbital shackling. we’re asking
seas to stay churning while ashes keep spurning
our totems over

in certain collapse
i’m a supernova