Core—molten caramel center but
dead. dead. dead.
Hot.
Bleeding.
Then cool, small and massed. A
little red
button in the sky more than 400 times
the diameter of—I snap
my fingers.
Magician
star
gives birth to carbon, oxygen, and contract
gravitationally toward
the black clasped to
nowhere—an end melting
rock, evaporating ocean, stabilizing
expansion caught in
helium
flash—the metals of yesteryear
believed to exist inside
of you.