in a flurry of light, i invent a crying world. oh, say, can't you tell she's a newborn? earth's cracked and red, body weight 40.8 billion tons - a small girl, my hypothetical nurse comments (whether it's a question or statement i don't know). the fantasy flickers and she explodes into a flock of indigo birds - my young world's first occupants. i hand them dreams of swimming in glassy volcanoes and leave them to evolve in a corner of the cosmos.
i speak a dead language and turn entropy into a river made of macaque feathers. slump down into a nest of cosmic fire ants, give them a taste of neocapitalism, kill them easy as blinking. out of the corner of my eye, i watch galaxies collide and slip into a sleep longer than the lifetime of the sun.
time is a shining coccyx in my halo of bones and space junk. time is a dance i've never learned.
maybe today i'll invent religion. by "today" i mean sometime before the red supergiant by the galactic food court dies, and by "invent religion" i mean i'll throw down a tablet inscribed with some bullshit to the nearest civilization i can find and let them kill themselves over it. maybe today i'll be sidetracked by the smell of apple pie prepared by no one. maybe today i'll kill that red supergiant myself and turn his blood into a tapestry of dust clouds. beneath my salt-tinged knuckles, every sky's a crime scene.
i awake from a millennia-long sleep in the cat's eye galaxy and order an interstellar train to the milky way. a conductor made of dust arrives and beckons me aboard, empty eyes swirling and stormy. i shoot him through his dirt-and-sand brain with a revolver i've found drifting through the galaxy when we arrive, and disembark from the train onto a dusky planet smelling of sweat and rage. as i kneel by the river watching the salmon spawn, a greasy-haired, swollen-bellied woman with grey eyes and a jaw like stone asks, god, are you lonely up there in heaven? i sure would be. i laugh like the rattling of bones in a strange, puckered tongue like hers. darlin', i've built galaxies from broken ribs and made rings of planets around my pupils. i don't need company.