she was up in the mesosphere with meteors
and I,
I was down
planetside,
among pirate spiders
and the rest
of the earthly bric-a-brac.
had I the eyes
to reach her
perhaps our stars would
not have been crossed
in such a manner. no matter.
what is destiny,
but a game? and all the players,
yadda, yadda, yadda. fret, strut–
stuff we made up
when we were pressed.
pushed to pressure out content.
artificial diamonds. my meteor maid
knew this, but she would not admit as much.
her parents paid the players poorly.
they were illegal,
it turns out. no one will know.
no one would. no one did.