It all started with
a bang. They say
the first sound that ever was,
was “bang.”

My dad says the same,
that it was followed by a
clap. It vibrated through his
mouth and rattled his teeth
crooked. He said he saw stars.

The aftershock made its way
down his arm, and the bubbles in his blood
reached for another bottle. He watched a cascade
of glass fall from his fist, and million new universes
formed as they twinkled on the floor.

It started with a bang,
but the clap from the smack
across an untouched face
fell on deaf ears. Creation is carved
on the walls of my veins. I wish
you could see the bruised blood.