March 17th, 2014

They found the origin of the cosmos through the microwaves. Diego says after a class on outlining. He excitedly continues that scientists have proven Einstein's theorems but I am stuck with my mouth open imagining a black sky with space dust and gathered stars seen through the open door of the microwave in the kitchen. I tell him this and he laughs. You will be in my poem later I say. He laughs again and says he has read some of them. Really though, they are looking at the face of God he says. This hangs in the empty classroom as we leave the college for the cold March night. Joe is sitting at the coffee bar. He is handsome and smiling and I am so happy to see him. I navigate the menu carefully looking for vegan options in food and alcohol, and finally we decide most clear liquors must be vegan, so I order. We order a second drink and put our separate headphones in and turn the music up so loud that the noise of the bar comes through only as light through thick lace. Sitting here like this with Joe, I can imagine what it might be like to be joined with another person again, and this is good. The bagpipes puncture Matt Berninger's voice only sometimes, and as the gin hits my veins, I am excited for something I cannot see. The air collects in shimmering. I have seen this once before, and yes. Yes. I believe whatever they say about the origin of the cosmos.