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.