She by Victor Henry

If she dropped her pretensions
And lowered her personal boundaries,
She would discover another unlikely insight.

But she doesn’t and like a Supernova
Bursting in the heavens,
She implodes.

In another part of her unexplored universe,
If tabulated, her Facebook hits would be
Astronomical. Exponential. Incalculable.

Suddenly, like the force of a solar wind,
She changes direction.
Then, abruptly, like light, reappears again,

Transforming like energy begetting more energy.
Now, vulnerable, in a new way,
She questions her fear.

Is hope infantile?
Do disassembled atoms have consciousness?
Does death have wings?

Victor Henry
My poetry and prose poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Dead Snakes, Homestead Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Red River Review, and Slipstream, among others. My book What They Wanted was published last November 11th, Veterans Day, by FutureCycle Press in Lexington, Kentucky.

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