from July 2017
listen, he’s blessed with this superpower:
ears that hear whispers from all eleven
dimensions. he is able to eavesdrop
on conversations all across the spheres
of space, time, and dark matter. so he runs
circles from the kitchen to his bedroom
in search, opening cupboards and drawers, crying;
helpless without translation, all alone.
when all versions of superstring theory
are unified, we get the m-theory.
beyond our three known dimensions of space
and the arrow of time, there are extra
dimensions: curled up, invisible
universes beyond most of our
feeble human senses, transmitting
the quietest whispers of lonely ghosts.
i am deaf to his ghosts, my receptors
are disabled. he grabs both of my hands
to cover his ears. he presses them hard
into himself, screams over their voices.
but the universe won't stop for him.
his gifts will not grant him the power
to talk back.