





A Random Cow
I keep thinking about a random cow.
She had no name
and was never
thought of as special.
She was just a cow.
One day she got sick and
a man wrapped chains
around her feet and
dragged her into our driveway.
She was dying
and a truck would be by to pick her up
as if she were already dead.
A little girl went to her.
She knelt down beside her and cried.
She stroked her face and
told her she was so sorry
this was happening to her.
It’s not fair, she said,
for you to die without
ever feeling loved.
And so the little girl loved her,
if only for a little while.
She cried tears onto her,
told her she was loved
and when the truck arrived for her body
the little girl watched and wept.
I am a galaxy
Fraught with dark matter
bound with innumerable stars
I don a stellar halo
while a black hole lurks at my center
Its pull evolves me
and holds fragments in place
I am losing fuel
I will not collapse
Supernova
I am not frightened
I will endure
For in the arms of
my spiral
the dust and the cold
compress
A star is born
and I learn how vast
I truly am
I am a galaxy
Fraught with dark matter
bound with innumerable stars
I don a stellar halo
while a black hole lurks at my center
Its pull evolves me
and holds fragments in place
I am losing fuel
I will not collapse
Supernova
I am not frightened
I will endure
For in the arms of
my spiral
the dust and the cold
compress
A star is born
and I learn how vast
I truly am
I am a galaxy
Fraught with dark matter
bound with more stars than you can count
I don a stellar halo
while a black hole lurks at my center.
Its pull evolves me
and holds the fragments in place
Supernova
But I am not afraid
I will endure
For in the arms of my spiral
the dust and the cold compress
A star is born
and I learn how vast I truly am