Life is beautiful ugly 

The tragedy of being born,

The glory of being alive.

What would life look like on other planets-

Would I not be so heartbroken at the empty space where your car was parked 

on Pluto.

Pluto gets beautiful ugly,

It’s planet is-ness to was-ness 

Overnight, one detail erases magnitudes.

You check your phone and

life as you know it ends.

I looked at you and now I can 

never look at you again. 

How long until we forget the little is/was planet-

How long until I’ve forgotten what I tried to.

A plastic duck in the bathtub, a shark attack,

Who chooses-

A first kiss, a bomb.

The lottery begins again

Every morning we open our eyes.

We will all die on someone’s first birthday. 

For Christmas I asked to call my dad-

reception just beyond Pluto, to the place of being born-ness, is-ness/was-ness.

A psychic told me he wants me to have 

a northern light projector from 

Amazon Prime-

Fake stars would totally make this better. 

Should I get my lips done before or after I go to the cemetery. 

When I throw myself to the ground I am the same age as Pluto’s discoverer,

But I haven’t found anything besides

a few wet records in the garage. 

The vessel that searches Pluto is the size of a grand piano-

how many times did you ask me to play and I said no.

Can I be seen from space when I look at the empty parking space- 

Does crying sound like music to someone 

3 billion miles away-

I have a place to park now, before I didn’t-

Could it be beautiful elsewhere,

Things that are ugly.