right here in my backyard-
so pretty
i slid out to it
 
Hawking proclaimed a Godless universe-
uproar as usual

I’d be fine with make-believe
if they could see
it’s not a whom it’s a what
not a he
an it
Aberration: such a beautiful thing.

here I lie
my senses melt into touch

soft breaths of crisp sweet grassy air grazing my shoulders
the crickets annoying a thirsty dog
panting at my back door

and it is