Last night on TV, a program about black
holes. Scientists believe absolutely everything
in the cosmos is recorded like holograms
in invisible vacuum tubes, not one iota
ever lost. The neighbor’s dog barking
at 5:00 a.m., the curse I mutter under
my breath in response. My fantasy
about disappearing into the woods
like a myth everyone tries to GPS.
In the lightless jaws of the void, the voyeur
of the universe sprawls, voracious.
I hope it’s as dark as promised.