a note from Nana
“The town of Ashland
is almost completely abandoned
because of the gases coming up
from the old mine.
Many years later they are still coming up”
Maybe we live on a rock balloon
and all these punctures are slow leaks
and soon we collapse, a crumbling
deflation of sediment schist shale
all the rock all the fossils all the detritus
and death of billions of years and lives
and when empty we flap around the solar
system losing our orbit like dried November
leaves until a burst strong and quick
breaks the last of us into tiny little pieces
floating and falling into the punctures
of the universe, filling space, gathering
into a new world built on the abandoned
towns impaled by our lust for light.
