Black Hole Primer
by Ankh Spice, Featured Breaking News Poet
Spiralling was the best game, kids testing
what it is to be a bone-caged brain –
on the green sky of the lawn we’d collapse, done
whirling, all the meat of a small body
impacting on itself, sloshed giddy into spinning black
behind closed eyes
After falling, I used to pretend I was still
falling
down through the queasy earth, folded
into a different animal
The heatwave summer killed the lawn, and we compressed into
adulthood, spiralling only debts and wound
tighter and tighter until all the spring
left us
So if we go down now, spun into ourselves
let it be like it was –
rationality fled, dizzy
marvel at discovering
this thing at our core, look, we always held a ticket
back into the spangled dark.
