#spongebob*

She always floated out of reach – shot herself up with helium & heroin, sharks & birthdays tied to her wrist, she floated into the cosmos, bypassing mineral wasted // copper-toned sidewalks.

You did not intend to be with her synodically – but when she offered her body (blushing and pink), you did not refuse; wishing the flesh was not weak.

Reached the perihelion & set ablaze; through wax & wane: separation. Flung to your farthest point in the galaxy, achieving aphelion.

You tired of her oscillations & the fractals of her kaleidoscope - cast aside, now confined to the caldera you caused.