On the other side of our sun hovers another sun, this one entirely black.

Beyond the black sun on the other side of our sun, orbits another earth, this one entirely orange.

And on that orange earth beyond the black sun on the other side of our sun, 

everyone stands in the same river infinitely because change is constantly everything.

and men are multiorgasmic and multicellular 

and bricks are made of walls and always set at oblique angles

and for them to come together commands as much energy per second as Earth 

and zebras are white and black instead of black and white

and desperate love denotes a ravenous scorpion fluorescing blue at high noon

and sunbeams descend like water down a sewer

and one cosmic flare of song rivals flowers 

and great black bumblebees are small and white with their stingers turned inward 

and whenever they are threatened, they sting themselves

and I know all this because on that orange earth 

beyond the black sun on the other side of our sun

there is a man just like me in every way

except he has my email and I have his 

and we chat often.

Previously published in Sutterville Review (Tule) Sept 1, 2021

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