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<strong>ISSUE</strong> <strong>IV</strong> 29<br />
The Tiniest Suns<br />
Maija Haavisto<br />
it starts by introducing tiny crinkles<br />
on the tops of cookies<br />
some dislike the effect<br />
while others make them<br />
crack intentionally<br />
the ridges spread into faultlines<br />
and continue opening into sinkholes<br />
at that point it’s much too late<br />
you might lose a limb or two<br />
but you don’t even care any more<br />
you’re too busy staring at the static<br />
it’s easy to get lost into it<br />
the intricacy of the blooming pixels<br />
you’re static and it’s not funny<br />
but you laugh anyway<br />
tires pop, eyes pop<br />
once you ...let’s not go there<br />
look mom! no limbs! no head!<br />
the spherical limb fully severed!<br />
no body! no me! just static<br />
that goes bzzzzzz<br />
like a swarm of angry bees<br />
no one’s driving this bike<br />
(but bees! so many bees!)<br />
as it heads into a ditch<br />
where unmanned bikes tend to go<br />
that is where I’d go look<br />
but yeah, there’s nothing to be found<br />
the circuits still bubble up sparkles<br />
and you could stare at them<br />
all day, I think you do<br />
I think that’s where you’ve been<br />
all day<br />
orbiting the tiniest suns<br />
Edward Lee<br />
Another Day, Another Chance
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