IF MATTER BENDS SPACE-TIME


Fire hanging from the tip of the match
takes away my cigarette, I take
two sugar packets off the saucer
where my coffee rests, I have
been falling all this time, deeper
and deeper into one dimension
after another, I throw the sugar
across the café, I need to get
up to see how I stick to the floor,
and to leave, it’s getting stuffy
in here, this room is starting to fill
with words, air is being forced
out the shutters by air,
air, you reach for a napkin,
the napkin reaches for sweat
accumulating along my hairline, what
a meaningful vacuum we are in.