easy to take for granted, the dynamic tendency
to exist how do you quantify
the mass of a little girl dreaming?
what force could make the pattern of her d i s p e r s e
through walls to the other side?
how much magnetic power to retrieve the innocence
of an angel winged nightgown?
this fabric was lenient enough
to let her cries be heard on this side:
/this side of clinging solids
/the floor, the bed
/the liquor cabinet
/this side of bones, and walls
/this side of guilty sheets
the physicist says “Over here!”
he can make sense of this
speaking of parallel lines an opening
between dimensions daddy extends
his arm, a solid shadow bending time
parental electrodynamics bind together
their silently condensed invention:
fiction appearing solid
/fields of beds /floors /liquor cabinets /daughters
/physicists, /daddies and their sleeping
wives eventually awaken to their own transience dissolving
into nothing, dispersing
into something all too real
A Buddhist nun told me that a little
chocolate would be a wise option
for a nibble, now and then, to save
me from my tendency to indulge
in cravings of a potentially,
more destructive magnitude.
Fuck that, I said, I want the world.
I want the WHOLE world. . .I want it NOW!
Does that make me a bad egg?