There are only so many parallel universes that concern us. In one, he isn’t dead. In another, you drink light with your hands all winter. There is a universe in which no one is lying emptied in the street as the gas station burns, a universe in which our mothers haven’t learned to wrap their bones in each small grief they’ve found.
Franny Choi, “Introduction to Quantum Theory,” published in The Adroit Journal (via bostonpoetryslam)
















