Resurrection

i.

The universe doesn’t worship anything, not even itself.

The universe destroys everything, even itself.

ii.

I pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and stared into the woods.

This time, I really mean it, I thought to the dark.

iii.

The earth is cambrian in extinction and cretaceous in life,

although the rocks were here first and much longer.

iv.

The night of the election, it seemed a good time for a video game controller

to the head or to cut out my tongue.

v.

Languages die in many ways, genocide and natural disaster, of course,

but most commonly through transformation slow and yet drastic.

vi.

When she said the word incomprehensible, I became closest with my dining room floor.

I still wonder if I should have kept the letter.

vii.

One resurrection is a miracle. Two, a fluke. Three, a cycle.

This is the best comfort I have ever known.