Stones fall, meteors toward earth
She pushes
They tumble
He is crushed.
Yet at the bottom of the chasm
homogenous dust
of ground,
stars, earth, and breath
never appeared so wholesome.
We sat watching
lightyears away
from the place
Where apples filled a basket in the corner of your eye
Where carpeted stairs hid crumbs and hair
from days we rushed out in the mornings
combing through that tangled mess,
racing downstairs.
Those rotten cores and keratin strands
biodegraded right to nothing,
all as one.
Lucy Zhang 