Poetry for Strangers: Traveler

the traveler chronicles, vol. 1
my sister was an astrophysicist
i never even knew what that meant
one icy march morning we sat
under the pine trees by the lake before dawn
staring at cold stars
and she told me she was a traveler
she said
we’ve known for a long time we live in a
multiverse
meaning there is an infinite number of parallel universes
infinite really means infinite
there’s a universe in which gravity is visible
there’s a universe in which you have mom’s black hair
there’s a universe where bacon tastes like broccoli
a universe in which jesus was a dancing lizard
if you can imagine it
it’s true somewhere in one of those other universes
in this way
all poetry is true
there’s a universe in which april is the cruelest month
i’ve built a portal she said her opaline eyes
drifting to the forest edge
here let me show you how it works
she was dead two weeks later

i have the portal now

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