Outside There Are Stars

outside there are stars and a lot of other shit
driving and bouncing and screaming and shining in all directions

in here it’s quiet and dark
but i make out
at least three dinosaurs on the floor praying
for extinction, a hockey stick
that’s actually a gun, what used to be crayons,
what could be drawings,
last night’s dishes rotting,
two temporary babies growing,
and one contemporary wife dreaming.

i have no idea
where the balls
have gone.

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