The Other Bunny, February 12, 2024
The woman on my smartphone (and she is not alone in this) says the light that had such a long journey, and the light of its sibling-matter and of its very distant relations that had such a long journey, too, but not quite the same, she says these lights on the night sky know me, and my first cry mingled with time, space, and matter, so the light of the past is my today and my future and my maybe, did I get this right, because lately, I found another matter, very much closer, on the drugstore floor, a matte-peach plastic pet, as big as my thumb, and its body is that of a piglet, but its head is more like a bulldog, so it is a little pigdog, and I put it into my right pocket of my jeans, but at home, I showed it to my son, and we laughed, and how this is such an odd piece of plastic that some human made out of stardust (in the long run), and how it had such a long journey, and nobody can tell me about the hands it has been in and why it ended up in that drugstore except for the law of gravitation and a liability to get lost because it is so tiny, so when I count all the tiles on that floor, and divide it by the number of plastic pets that might have landed on them, is the answer clearly because of the probability of an eon old giant far, far away moving through a manmade interpretation of a constellation because humans love patterns, and humans need reasons, and humans are magical and stupid at the same time, or is it 42?
star signs
connecting the dots
of twin freckles
pi & anne 