In a burning orb
On a bed of ice
At the supermarket for $4.99 a pound
Can run
Can’t hide
May migrate to Mars
And Jupiter, in my dreams
But here I’ve ran aground, unable to dislodge
I die but I won’t because someone will take
All of my places
At the end of the day
When the glass doors collide
The asphalt parking lot so painfully bleakly beautifully fatally
Infinite
Crowdfunded miasma of crude oil
I love you