YEAH-YEAH THE BIG BANG Comments

Yeah-yeah the Big Bang I hear myself say.
How is it possible that this fits in my mouth?
The origin of everything a lump on my tongue.

Quiet. Fear is a flock that rests in a tree.
Or are these words that cluster together
ink-black on the branches. It is an image

of panic that wells up in me and like a rising
flock breaks out of my throat. The universe
spreads its wings. We flap and emit a shrill cry.
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