I’ve never been accused of the reckless abandonment of a body, although I have twice donated
mine to science. If you listen carefully to the apparatus of the clouds, you’ll hear the sky
apologizing for its impoverished blue. As lazy as they are, my dreams are doing the best they
can. At least, that’s what they tell me. Yesterday, my little sister poisoned her new boyfriend.
You can’t blame her; he wasn’t looking. The deceased report they’re happier where they reside,
although it may be best to give them the benefit of the doubt. Although they inhabit only one
planet at a time, the dead are notoriously difficult to count.
Appears in Little Leo, October, 2017