I was in a constellation

There were several gravitational pulls

Ophiuchus grasped his serpent

And we were his alternate arms

Or it was. I’m iffy on the denominators

There were magnets on the refrigerator

I lettered four-letter words with

And all the other entities laughed alongside me

And spoke English

And there were frequent moments of levity

Like when I sucked on a joint in a patch of Swiss chard

Recalling my Halloween costumes from 2004-on

Forking apple pie filling in my mouth

The moral error in everything

Affiliated with what I was saying

Assuming clarity

And then a sheen

So as I was saying

At this point Johannes interrupted me

Upstairs, a child was crying

Something horrible was happening

We had to rush back inside