O Neil deGrasse Tyson, I need you
more than words can say. To tell me again
of our slow seep through generations,
our transient companionship. Fill me again
with beer and then weed and then food
and then a little more weed. You know just
what I need. Superior knowledge slams
against us and crack we are less than
a second, less than quantifiable worth,
caloric nourishment, fidelity.
There are so
many things, Neil deGrasse Tyson, rushing
away from us at exponentially increasing speeds
and only one thing rushing towards us.
The more I listen, the more I think I could
understand you. Neil, I have so many ideas.
What’s your mailing address?
Jessica Bebenek is a poet & essayist from Toronto, currently pursuing an MA in Creative Writing & English at Concordia. Her fourth chapbook, Future Venue, will be released through Desert Pets Press this Spring. Find her as @notyrmuse on IG for writing & fire selfies or at www.jessicabebenek.com