Ames Progressive

when space eats the sun,

we will try to make sense of our hero: ourselves.

i am going to clone myself and then kill and eat the clone.

i will kill my hero with my eyes open the whole time.

and i know

that where there are holes in the ground,

water will fill when it falls.

an open hand, the same way.

mouth the same.

if i combined all the shards of sun that made their way onto my floor,

i could build a radiant mannequin of myself.

then look at it and hug it.