Prime / 16 March to 14 April
Have I given you my reasons yet? I wanted to tell you, no one else has to know.
A meteor riot may last as long as there are still mistakes for us to learn.
When we I started sending you these letters, I should have warned you: Sutures. Yes. Always hungry. Yes. Never, ever, ever, ever, going home.
You can collapse a sky by coming too close to it. Even if the past has yet to make its impact, even if you wait there, waiting for it to crash.
I should have told you, “OK, you know all of this about me already.”
–Mostly melodramatic, maudlin, under-imaginative.
-Pock marks on top of pock marks.
-Track marks on top of track marks.
-Craters of cartilage, itching or missing or mostly gone.
Nevada / 16 May to 14 June
“The assumption is you’re drunk… When you drop things like that, when you walk like that, when you act like that.“
“It is an act though, right?“
I know you don’t remember. I’ll tell you again. This is exactly what you told me:
Stubborn. Engages almost exclusively in all or nothing thinking, delusional, frequently “injured.” Anti-patterns in each pulse. Irises sinking like sacks in a lake. Black eye permanent.
Voice like this.
You said, “That’s how you know it’s me.”
Is there a lesson here? A moral? A point?
Fragile as ash fall and anyone could be just like you. Anyone could be just like me.
Hurricane / 16 September to 15 October
What is the opposite of wisdom? Folly? Ignorance? Fatalism? A type of tooth? Should I know by now?
When it comes to the mortality, it seems we are not often encouraged to look at the details.
What a difference a couple months make. I had a very different story I was trying to write before. The thing I’m afraid of, is change. The thing I want, is stagnation.
When it comes to the mortality we are not often encouraged to look at the details.
“Blushing. The most peculiar and most human of all the emotions.
― Charles Darwin, Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals, 1871.
Transcendental anatomists in the 19th century theorized that the bones of the skull were “cranial vertebra“, or modified bones from the vertebrae.
The theory has since been discredited.
Grable/ 16 October to 15 November
Honestly, Jillison. A lot of the time when you dare someone to leave… they will. That has to be scary to know. What if you turn into the things you hated all along?
Most of the time, when you dare someone to leave…they will. That has to be comforting to know? An explicit reinforcement of causality. At least on a larger level the classical laws of physics still hold? General relativity has not caught up yet?
I tried covering my throat in cut black cloth. I tried to forget how easy it is for an afterlife finds its mark.
“I brought up lonesomeness again, and not being understood at all except by some women everybody hated.’’
― Grace Paley, The Loudest Voice, 1959.
Castle / 16 November to 15 December
Do I ever look like a girl to you? Do you ever think of me as one? Kind of? Not at all? I never ever know.
She has this complete and rigid dedication to this spiteful creation, this spiteful self-conception.
Very stubborn, obscure, confrontational in her own overindulgent way. And aesthetically, still quite pedestrian.
Don’t forget Jillison, I get letters from you too. I’ve taken what you said as truth.
There is a time we all fail. We pause our own disintegration just long enough to explore the wreckage of a warmer person. We dig out the hidden teeth in each other.
Jillison, if you still think you don’t know me like that? Trust me, you know me like that.
Plowshare / 16 January to 12 or 13 February
Here is what you taught me to remember.
Atoms against atoms, all light is the afterlife of mass. No impact left to tell, we are hardly here at all.
Suns out of socket, sky out of socket
Skin separated by serrated angles
Spine like a torn white string.
It was a makeup year. A mechanical year.
The oldest recorded love poetry is 4,000 years old and describes it exactly the same as we do now.
Melodramatic, maudlin, under imaginative.
We were twin signs, kept making the same mistakes. But if we’re this close, call it a miracle, call it a mirror kill.
Call it every meteor riot couldn’t we couldn’t run away from in the end.
2 thoughts on “once upon a meteor riot / letters”
Couldn’t it be that dark matter is something that exists between galaxies in a space we know nothing about, quantum foam resulting from a form of “sex” between beings that are too great for us to recognize their sentience? Do certain kinds of particles come associated with their own little bits of space-time, which layer up in accordance with Pauli’s exclusion principle? Could you disprove it, because I don’t want to.
i cant prove or disprove anything, im just a nobody from the woods of new hampshire.
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