I joke the table has a prosthetic leg,
describe quasars as she breaks
the frothy heart of a cappuccino.

While she downloads an app
for horoscopes, sunset
streams like a thought process.

The word in my mind is
gedankenexperiment; it suddenly
occurs to me explaining how

a cat might be alive and dead
is simpler than defining love.
The lake-colored gloaming

wanders the upslope of Mozart’s
and I wonder why the birdsong
reminds me of an aurora.

Originally published in Snake Wine, Les Editions du Zaporogue, 2014. First appeared in Nether Magazine, Print Issue IV.