Shooting Stars

experience existence as a wave phenomenon no body Michelle Ben slept out shooting stars mouse moth company cozy solo bed yurt why roofed night mild still strange cries not a bird others coming my last solitude seized sarong shirtless suits steamy speckled oak-shade faint breeze intermittent pestering flies read Bens story novella good writer thoughtful fun read three phones charging red lights dark little sounds power shuts down no load unplug helped fertilize last night morning they work I write amuse myself calm center breathing Hiroshima day helicopters logging woke seven frightening not frightened resolved innocent so are the victims fortunes fool tiptoe balance beam abyss many forms flies heartbreak whole