Primordial Drink. by M. Wright

Simple syrup into glass.
Three dashes bitters.

The first dash for the separation of light.

I sit in the dentistry waiting room. Time Magazine
says that light-years from here, two black
holes just kissed & can no longer be separated.
Such an event would be extremely violent.

The next for the creation of the universe.

Rummaging through my boyhood,
past pockets full of astronaut ice cream,
I blotted out some life-defining memory
that is lost now, hidden in the bottom.

The third, for us.

In 2016 I found one of your hairs woven
into my shirt-sleeve & a universe of
your star-stuff bumped into the fibers
of my life, changing our trajectory.

Add ice bourbon.
       Enjoy responsibly.

M. Wright is the author of Dear Dementia (Ghost City Press, April 2017). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Maudlin House, Ghost City , L'Éphémère Review, Barely South, the Rising Phoenix Review, and Temenos Journal. He was awarded second place in this year's Into the Void poetry competition and will be one of the 24 featured poets in the Saint Paul Almanac’s “Impressions Project.” More at: Twitter: m__wright.