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Free Falling Couple

There’s a shudder, a lurch

a snap at the parting

of a frayed umbilical

and we’re floating in free fall

looking down or up at each other’s

previously hidden predictions,

like balls in a lotto storm

we don’t know whether

to scream or whoop

joke about how long it would take

for an unleashed astronaut

to drift away

in vanishing smallness

or for an asteroid to crash

into a helpless planet

the two of us

contemplating the balance

of our forevers


galaxies away from here, spots

in a smudged glass eyepiece

of an alien telescope

or a shared nightmare of

a trench in the ocean’s depths

containing the bones

of our failed relationship

whitening in a common grave

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