I read this in the bath last night, in one sitting (bathing?). It’s hilarious but still spiked enough to be serious. I loved “Meteorite”, and “Complaint”:
Haven’t all of us ruined something?
Isn’t everything terrible?
Isn’t hope fleeting and utterly futile,
like trying to take
a photograph of the moon
with a cheap phone?
There was potential but you missed it.
There was connection but you blinked.
There was a lesson
but you spent it carving a dick into the desk.