I dug myself a crater
upon which to climb
out of your wedding
you said extinction
means agreeing
to not be seen
& I am not about
removing myself
from the premises
of Earth
but here are the pearly
gates & golden steps
one can walk & walk
up into clouds
of thunderbolts
skipping time
like stones upon
the black surface
of water let’s say
to next year
when I have forgotten
the empty pool
& blueberries
have fallen out
of my mouth
& bounced off
a stone wall
I could climb
to jump from
(originally published in LEVITATE, Spring 2019)