Once, loneliness led to revelry and camaraderie:
falling down stairs and sleeping in a heap.
I’d wake up like a groggy beast of burden
resigned to drop my shoulder into the harness
one more day. Now I watch Faraday shock toads
with magnets drawn over copper wires on the page,
and I wonder endlessly how a rim of infinite parallelepipeds
become the flux through the top half of a grapefruit,
the northern hemisphere of Pluto. When you told me
to be careful I stood tall and counted Cantor’s Infinities.
Now you’ve walked away.
— Princess Brutus