I am sorry you think what I prophesied made you sick when it was really just bad takeout by Danielle Gennaro

             Thus, the world was


                  is what you shout at me

             over a compostable tray soaked in yesterday’s

leftovers,        and suddenly

I have no recollection of arriving

at this point,    sitting

     here, made of cold     noodles

          in an apartment we can’t

afford for another year,


over whose apocalypse would be

             more spectacular,   whose creation


would make a better stage


                          It is like we were dropped

out of a star’s momentary


onto a garage sale sofa

      sprouting six stories into the sky,

where our favorite wonder       to plant

in the burning west-side asphalt is

                 how much time

                 we have left—

you hate it when I say that your greatest

virtue is that you are


  but let me tell you it is the most

             romantic thing I have ever considered,

you random cosmic happenstance, you

mathematical possibility,

                         you echoing ping

of a billion-year-old error


sic, mundus creatus est

      mundus creatus est [sic].

             Thus it had been written:

                                                          I hold

your hand through the night as your atoms

burn and your gut erupts,

                      a noodle supernova         before which

                                                              there was nothing—

                and the thing I am most

                sure of in the world is that we are

                an accident,       so

what are the odds of us?

      What are the odds

of us?

Danielle earned an MFA from Manhattanville College and I have taken workshops with Brooklyn Poets and the Dylan Thomas International Summer School at the University of Wales. Danielle has previously been published in Oberon Poetry Magazine, Wizards in Space Literary Magazine, Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, Toho Journal Online, and The Raw Art Review.

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