Because the real stumper is how much a night sky
full of rockets
looks like a jellyfish,
or how an atom
bears an uncanny resemblance
to the cosmos, which itself seems oddly similar,
when seen through a telescope,
to a cancer cell
mapped and made visible
by something called “immunofluorescence.”
Just now, for instance, the leaves picked up
in a sudden gust
and there stood my double,
which for a blessed moment
refused to disperse.
is an emerging writer whose poems are published in Grand Little Things, Analecta, Kingfisher, Modern Haiku, bottle rockets press, and Wales Haiku Journal, and are forthcoming in hedgerow, Presence, and contemporary haibun online. He will graduate in May 2022 from the MA English program at Indiana University, South Bend, where he lives with his wife, Megan.
