the universe

Weekend orbit

poetry

You spend the first
twenty minutes of
the party sipping a
warm beer
and reading comics
in the kitchen

In the Solar System
the Sun and celestial
objects are bound to
one another by
gravity

You finally detach yourself
and roam through
the living room,
squinting just a little
bit through the
lingering
smoke

In the Solar System
small bodies such as
comets, dust and
centaurs travel
freely between
regions

You stroll around the
backyard for a while,
kicking abandoned bottles
and exploring the
sad looking vegetable
garden

The area beyond Neptune
is still largely unexplored
It appears to consist of
small planets composed
of rock and ice.

You return to the living
room and walk directly over
to where I’m standing
We nod for a bit to some
alt-rock track I don’t know the
name of then
leave together
immediately

The Sun is the
Solar System’s star
and produces temperatures
great enough to
sustain nuclear
fusion.

the universe

poetry

Scientists announced Tuesday that our love is expanding at an infinite rate. While this perpetual growth cannot be seen, it can be concluded based upon observable effects. For example, the wavelengths of Time Spent Not Thinking About Each Other (T.S.N.T.A.E.O.) are exponentially drifting further apart, resulting in an undeniable red shift. Three predictions regarding the fate of these findings have been put forth by the scientific community: 1. Our love will continue to expand infinitely; 2. Our love will continue to grow, but the rate at which it does so will slow and approach a limit; 3. Our love will eventually peak and then subsequently collapse in upon itself, creating a black hole from which even light cannot escape.