Electron Orbits

The universe. In short stabs. The drug is only as good as you are to it. The world. Paste on her fingers. Sticking to everything she touches. Philosophers in her pantyhose. Taming the wilds of her skin with long division.

Hate me. I can deal with this.

Love me and I'm lost.

Or at least I imagine I would be under the circumstance.

He catches the hours as they fall into his lap. Dirty kittens. Their claws not under their command. He notices her. In bouts of decision. A puppet. Tangled up in the strings that once made her dance.

She whispers to the catastrophe. In lazy electrons. That time is travelling us. Not the other way around.

She admits. Maybe I have been there. That imaginary place. The fortunate call happiness.

Maybe I was there. Once. And it didn't know what to do with me.