[a group of jellyfish is called a ‘smack.’  a group of lapwings is called a ‘deceit.’]

at random.  there’s a crater in my chest:  shallow bowl of hushed meteorite.  no fallen star.  no washed glow.  mass materializes under fingers fumbling in darkness.

surgical fingers carve matter out.  toss it into the universe with baby teeth and old pillows.  a jellyfish strings lustrous filaments through the milky way, white-beaded

nematocysts shoot deadly darts.  over the crater an old moon in a new moon’s arms,
light cuts them to sliver.  lapwings screech on sliding currents, plumage floods sky: 

iridescent purple stings the night.