Found poem (foreword)

our understanding

of the universe

is based on observations

made inside our own galaxy

and then extrapolated

to other galaxies

but

Ode to Slugs and Song

To kill time

I climb into the sink
and creep with slugs,
admiring their aptitude
for space and gravity.

But the silence is offensive.
I want hammers!
I want anvils!
I want stirrups and strings!

I’m not too light to press piano keys;
I swell and turn the faucet on.
I will not do the dishes in the dark—

slug
gulls
lugs
slugs
gluss
lugs
slug,
the
pipe
rum-
bles
like
a
bull-
frog.