Dear Isaac, I read Your Book by Max Clark

Waking under the circling planets
we walked under infinite layers of glass.
Certainly there was nothing to be said of this particular instance.
However, it seemed that my beard had grown much too long.

She was right when she told me that my hair
had become a sanctuary for my face.
I think I was right when I asked for my statuette back.

‘Can we really assume we will leave this all behind?’
Teeth chattering like the pumping pistons of an archaic machine.
Everything in my wallet became worthless.
I pulled out a pen and wrote that down.

She answered, ‘Sooner or later each star will devour its inhabitants,’
and love didn't seem to matter so much anymore.

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