I have become a single row of dots in your galaxy eddying in whirlpools of violet blue infinity, My desire lava-hot and blasted by the soundless wind I form then part ceaselessly against the background of one nebula after another, Traveling for aeons only to finally emerge, A yearning comet Shining and shimmering against your night sky...
Half an egg, a chicken thigh, And a tower of noodles soaring high to a pair of chopsticks floating in the air, The entire mix graced with a green garnish, All if it fake and covered in varnish.
---by Brian Jobe, author of "Bird's Nest In Your Hair"