Dark Matter

 

Dark Matter

 

I have tried to separate your pieces

and to fix them into a puzzle

that is the puzzle of you

as if you are a puzzle to be fixed

by finding discrete pieces

discreetly

that form a whole   only to find

there are holes where pieces do not

fit

or do so inexactly   more parts than sum

you or someone dropped the mirror

and when you peer in

it’s pure Picasso   the pain

 

There are spaces not bridged gaps fissures

there are cracks plates shifting

lack of seismic control tectonic

irregularity tremors and yet

you are immovable and unstoppable

 

All this is invisible

my antimatter

my Sagittarius A*

sucking in all the light

 

But this is just science

and since it does not cannot explain

nor can it paint a picture of a weeping woman

 

I hold a shard up against the light

to see its shape wonder if this might be

a piece of myself   sharp enough to make you bleed

warped by the force of your gravity