Straight Man

Each night, closing my eyes, the I, I know I know, dissolves
Returning to the cosmos.
My liver, done with the days atrocities,
Slips, Eve’s rib style, from my body and dances across the galaxy.
My very cells evanesce into neutrinos and spin tales of wiggly delight
In strings of time dating to the 10,000 year man and beyond …

It’s all I can do to keep from giggling
playing straight to you, Beloved.
My co-conspirator:
Headliner to Wonder.

 
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