Ephemera, Again

by Dalton Day

We have become a coral
reef, like you’d see in one of those nature
    documentaries. You want to try to open
and close your hands, but you can’t. Welcome
to your new spectrum of sensation. Except,
    we have become a bomb. When we explode,
everyone within a 12-mile radius will be
harpooned in invisible, painless shrapnel.
    There is nothing we can do. They will always
have their hunger. Except, we have become two
people with a capacity to love. We enjoy cleaning
    our ears, and walking through doorways.
Tomorrow, or else some other day we will go to
lunch. The sun will be extraordinary.
    Everything will change, except this.

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