tomorrow the moon, moving forward; and then. tomorrow i find that everything will; the history of existence stretched out before us. like it will never be this way. like that will make a difference. indefinite spin cycle on the basement floor, chalky fluorescence splashing over steel-rimmed panes. forty-four minutes. three dollars and twenty-five cents. and then. easy does it. until i remember. until i want. the GREAT UNTIL. go back. go back. which is to say that i should. which is to say that i won’t. the moon again. circling my life. faster. always tomorrow. and the wake, frothing like fine lace. my grandmother’s hands, veins like fine lace. wash on delicate only. if this is a car crash. when this is not over. stars skidding across black glass. billiard balls colliding. away. away. but i will hold. but we are holding. keep going keep going keep going keep going