agitated atoms whizz and burst and knock into molten rock, all circling back to something else the way these things tend to, creating energy and black holes and the negative temperatures I can feel if only I stick my hand out from under the covers.
space can be distance sometimes if it wants to be
I feel like this is the kind that can swallow whole all mundane human artifacts.
Ganymede spilled his cup down onto Earth just so he could watch us open our mouths and catch the drops of quicksilver and nectar on our tongues, Callisto stared into Ursa Major and Io said nothing, as usual.
I watched Europa the longest. It had been raining that day, and I had forgotten an umbrella, but not you. My sweater was soaked and Europa held up a red scarf.