Thermodynamics
self-esteem evaporates,
sometimes sublimates
hot fog condense
that stings the eyes
possibilities proliferate
in headlines of exoplanets
with stuck tight star orbits
so close that iron shifts
atmosphere bound
no joke when nothing’s
solid, rock or otherwise
and tiny light points
laugh lines across
your face at night.
Copyright © Emily Harris | Year Posted 2011
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