coffee cups lined with lipstick (k i s s e s) & tissues bleeding mascara onto linoleum floors--the dial tone echoes from the off-the-hook telephone--there's )inverted( stars in her eyes & an opiate lozenge diffusing on her tongue--she just wants to forget--spinning, spinning, spinning into delerium--she touches the melting stars & bathes in the afterglow--wrapping herself within the cocoon of the nuclear cosmos--

she prays for a celestial collision.