God of Gravity
Joanna Valente

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Shot mother ten times
until I dropped her body

on Mars like a sack of
apples no one’s ever tasted.

Sometimes I Google her name.
It’s as if she never existed,

that she’s only a girl in a plaid
uniform skirt.

I hear a man outside St. Vitus
yell, That’s a snake bite,
motherfucker!

He’s in love with a man
with a fake name.

There is no hope
in gravity for a dying planet.