my roommate is 2 days younger than me so i’ve gotten into the habit of saying “when i was your age..” and then describing what i did 2 days ago
seven hundred clocks and thirty-six hours in
and i’m already dreamless in an empty landscape
numbers are a map of my nervous system
drawing conclusions i could never reach on my own
the universe breathes in galaxies and breathes out black holes
and i am still alone on mars
how many times will these clocks chime?