the hollow of his cheek.

once upon a time when the world was still new,
all things were still.

the earth that my brother created
was a block,
a sphere carved from the hollow of his cheek
that he set down
unfurled
& dusted off
beneath our feet.

and though


all space lived in stasis,
all stasis lived in space,


the whole lot of us revolved
around a block of earth and the words of one brother.

when things changed,
we set the sun in the sky

with my sister's light
and my neverending folly.

luck spun the sky and then things changed.


the earth now moves
and we creatures,
vile as we are,
remain static.


the earth revolves around the sun,
in this world that is becoming old.
my brother's love circles my sister's sorrow

and all i am,
all i remain to be,
is the bad luck
that left us cold.