Physics

dark matter draws me home
a collapse of sorts
says the scientist
a matter of folding in

the universe is tug of war
between going out and staying
home and it has made a black
hole in my couch

it’s not anti-matter I’m
after but dark energy
to push me past
the event horizon

or just to the event
where I wear the same
black dress and henhouse smile
money passes hand to hand

and everyone expands
I eat mashed potatoes
from a champagne flute
people peer over my head

for the next best galaxy
as they would a rusty
tractor left in a yard
the valets won’t touch

my pick-up but they don’t
know it’s from the future
or the pre-earth past
fueled by material so dark it’s

invisible, a divining rod
in search of water where I live
at the end of a one-way
street in a white house

when I enter home
crawls into my lap
and the scene, you know,
goes dark