Residue

I don’t know
where a boy
or girl might go

at the end but
all atoms remain
of the gone.
Then,
do the gone
really go?

Shapes and clusters
change, decompose,
remain,
ready to rearrange
or trade clothes.

When a star
(which I once was)
collects a little of
leftover unattractive
stuff and shines because,
the less handsome
become
beautiful.

One law
in the book
says,
“There is conservation of matter”.

I am matter,
you matter…
the two or more of us
matter.
Matter cannot be
created
or destroyed,
it becomes
another thing, maybe
it’s
‘doesn’t matter’.

Isn’t that a sort of immortality?

Whether God
says you are
cool
or
not
when you finally get up to the door,
your spinning electricity
still gets in,
maybe as a smudge
on the high heel
of some kind of
good president’s
wife.
Don’t argue with me about this.