How Many Molecules …the insomniac is counting molecules, digesting a burrito with difficulty. what’s your infinity multiplied by my zero? existential is a word you might use for tonight. the sizzling bacon, the hum of nocturnal motors, the mind too big for its brain. tragedies hibernate inside moments like these: the bloody wedding dress, the mushroom clouds, pianos thrown off the balcony. what to say, and to whom. This Absence trees with leaves like tin foil, the ache of yesterday’s pleasures remembered, plus all the rest of it tied up in a boy scout knot. clear skies and days that end with a ‘y’ so far away, life is harder than it looks. this absence will outlive me, nothing ever ends. My Play o how i wish my work was my play. square pegs could fit into round holes, the chicken could trade places with the egg. boots on my head, hats on my feet, the evil queen becomes the slave girl birthing new stars inside the eagle nebula. if i could show you exactly how gorgeous you are as you stagger sleepily out of the bedroom and ask what’s for breakfast, nothing would ever get done around here.