Spaces
I’ve been reading about black stars
but I don’t understand how something so small
could crush me and mine in less than a heartbeat.
Our solar system wouldn’t dint it,
even though,
if gravity stopped defying me, I could walk around it
—picnic basket in hand—
in an hour.
The Earth,
my world of fish
and chips,
and rock
and fucking roll,
and punks,
and suits,
and geriatrics,
pushing mouldy teeth with mouldier tongues,
will squish
and become half the size of my pinkie.
Inconceivable, but,
when faced with the size of the universe,
I’m forced to wonder
if anyone noticed the change.