molecules avoid me
like the plague
but, darkness and wandering vines
still remember me.
i worry most about my pets,
they, can see me.
they cry like babies.
they rummage through the dirty clothes i left
and sniff around my chair
and lick dirt
from the kitchen floor.
they lay in bed with my body
and wait for me to return,
to open a can
or let them out....
but in the real world,
outside,
where people are.
i am spinning away
over the sky.