Schrödinger’s Cat
My futures hang
Ripe, succulent
At high noon
Sun ablaze
They nuzzle up to its rays
Soon they will plop
Trip down
Rolling like a fig or plum
Dusty and dry as they spool
Juices soaking into the ground
Rotting food for thought
I attempt to predict which will fall first
But I cannot tell from down here
My knees pinch,
Buckle,
Anticipate and fear
I want nothing more than
To stretch my calves
To balance on my toes
To graze each with my fingertips
From my view on the ground they both
Mellow and mold
Purr and hiss
Thrive and perish
A superposition
Tarrying in my eyelashes
Protecting, framing my vision
My right eye sees sea foam bellow
Sand skip over striped lawn chairs
Doodle inundated paper scraps
White cotton sheets tether and float
My left eye sees brick faces blink
Ivy curl over paned glass stalks
Ink bled leather bound pages
Oak book stacks entice and groan
Truly, I cannot hear the sea or book stacks
Taste the salt breeze or smoke halls
Or feel the ink smudge under my palm
If I dared try
My touch is their condemnation
Sentenced to a life or to death
They will embody their future
However,
Right now,
In the warmth,
They are all mine
What I Want
Pockmarked, scarred, blemished skin
A bulging ashy fiber crown
Thick skin
An obtrusive and intrusive body
“Cosmetically challenged”
Lump gripped and dripped skin
Easy
Light licked and bit skin
Seedless needless
Bloated and distended zipper-skin
Rumination germination
“Butt ugly”
Confusion protrusion
A repugnant sun in my palm
I wonder if a dekopon,
Shiranui mandarin,
Sumo orange,
Sheds its peel
Willingly because it has so much to give
A sweet note
Acidic bite
Sun savored sap on my tongue
But afraid of when it puts up a fight
Its little cousin, Clementine Cutie, could not possibly understand
It is too easily digested
Appealing, even
A gift to the beholder
However, when I dig into its shell
It squirms and struggles
Poreless and smooth I cannot get a grip
Jabbing the side with my thumb
Under my nails its scent claws into my fingertips
Unfolding fractured and frail
I could not want it
It does not want me
Give me the sumo
Let it roll and fill my hand
Let it give its love to me
Thick skin aside
Let it kiss me with its light
Drip on my chin
Stain my lips
Give me something I want
That wants me too
Relativity
Time travel is not a reality. However, if it was,
If it could be, we would only affect the future
Not the past
Special relativity describes that in
Moving through space fast enough,
Time, for you, moves relatively slower
While time travel may feel relegated
To Sci-fi and wishful anxieties, I feel it
Right now
In fact, I am infinite
When my dog was born, I was already here
I will be here when he dies,
And I will be here after
His circadian rhythm is faster than mine
He will relax, expand, decay,
Succumb
Earth will swallow him
Oscillating back and forth
Gray hairs reach, littering, overtaking
Cacao eyes cloud and froth
And it has already begun
He is leaving me behind
To him I have never started, nor will I end
Relative to him, I am infinite
At the beach I experience my time travel with clarity
Dunes and waves nip at my dog and I’s feet, tasting
I am infinite and finite
The body of the shore in constant motion
Shifting, wet, periodical
But never ceases to be sand or water
My dog and I are blips in the coast’s lifetime
The beach, a time traveler too
I am a position, a point, a particle
A comfort and a fear
Such a burden for the shore to bear
To inch forward
Time traveling faster than light
It cannot rest
[Cover Image] Dekopon by Midori, 2006 licensed under Creative Commons
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