By Molly Fyde
I’m alone and surrounded
by nasty beasts that
heckle & snortGassy giants orbiting themselves
swirling with the hubris
of a false gravityPits in the fabric of space and time
revulsion != repulsion
They suckDragging me down, crushing
I yearn for a near-miss
to sling me clearLike a satellite doomed
But not for nothing
for greatness!