Vague Precision

causality she begins to explain. is a tether. an independent gravity. all buttoned-up blazers and fraying panties. an obscene ratio that exists between suicide and happiness. the baroque anatomy of when.  colors on a wheel. all of them colliding until there is only grey.

circumstance becomes her. a pretty dress that doesn't quite fit. she dances in its folds. more than content with the gaps.

small steps. scrapes really. sore knees. as she navigates those empty paths. the sharp tears and deep creases in time's worn road maps.

relativity she says. it reacts as it must. this flame. this void. and all the ugly iterations therein.

they're just science sharpening its pencil. they're just chemistry answering all the wrong questions.