GALAXIES FUCKING GALAXIES
I can see millions of stars in the blink of an eye.
I am a telescope, a microscope.
My eyes are not my eyes.
They are my life.
I am nothing but seeing.
I can see galaxies fucking other galaxies.
In my eyes, in your dreams, I am the past and the present.
I am an astronaut.
I have been just about everywhere.
But I have never left my home.
You are a galaxy.
I can see a million copies of you when I blink my eyes.
When I hold my breath, nothing hurts, and everything is just everything.
I am outer space, but I am also you.
If NASA wasn’t make-believe we would already be out amongst the stars.
We could be alone and I could be you.
And you could be the everything copy of everything.
You could be the galaxy and nothing else would matter.
MAKE BELIEVE FISH
If I could hold my breath for days I would swim out to the middle of Lake Michigan.
I would sink to the bottom and make a home in some underwater cave.
People would forget I ever existed and over millions of years I would become a fish.
About the author:
Daniel Vlasaty lives in Chicago with his wife and two cats. He works at a methadone clinic (and no he cannot hook you up with any methadone, please stop asking). His first novella THE CHURCH OF TV AS GOD is out now from Eraserhead Press.