Day 6 - Other Worlds

Many Worlds. Many Worlds. I'm obsessed with physics. I tell Valerie that I'm a freelance scientist. She tells me there's no such thing.

I'm going to write another blog post today about projects. My mind is in so many camps right now. I'm going to take a night off tomorrow night and just play some mindless videogames or watch a movie.

Fiction

I keep a book of fiction hid,
illustrated in almosts and coulds.
Sometimes I will open, read a lost story.
Here is my mother, still in Virginia,
never returned, her hair as long as her will.
She makes none of us. She lives a different happy.
This is my brother with his twin alive.
His twin has a name. It is not Craig
and now there is no Craig. We never know him.
Here is my Aunt Connie. She never teaches me the C word.
Here is the rabbit I lawnmowed. Whole.
Here we are rich. Here we never lived.
Here we are just altered a few different choices.
Here I am without a star to steer by.
Here I am never born and nothing changes that much.
My grandma is a socialite in one world, her husband stoic and handsome.
There’s our trees back with no tornado.
There’s our house carved through.
Here is Craig teaching me something.
Here is Craig without an easy smile.
There is a story of my grandpa keeping his bike shop,
he never finds religion, his rides get longer and longer.
One day he is found twisted around his bike.
He never married anyone to miss him.
There goes my uncle, a lawyer in this dream.
In this version, my sister has no mirrors.
In this one, my wife marries another man.
We are too happy with each other at parties.
I am jealous and she never knows.
In another, she has everything and I am not part.
In three of these, I suffer from ideas of eyes within eyes.
In sixteen realities, my mother has no doctors.
In seventy two, Allen and Craig never become my brothers
and I never read those.
In fact, there are four thousand eight hundred and ten stories
which I never open and never will.
And there is one tale, a bit like this,
which I keep a bookmark in. I never read ahead.
I never want to know the ending.