my goodness! the sea monster ate the sun!

there are various things that glow
neon orange

basketballs
whirling rapidly down  into keys
streetlamps
blocking alien signals we’re supposed to receive
lawn signs
proving neighbours are socialists and vote ndp
mango gelato
hinting at torturously high future credit card fees

and then
clouds become stairs
and the mountains the stepping stones
and the waves the engine that pulls that monster
I love to call a friend
out of her bed

she dances politely
she knows where’s she going.
no stopping that kind of focus and determination.

and with one giant bite
captures the sun
that really fucking big neon orange sign in the sky
and devours it like I just ate that bit of
almond chocolate from mountain equipment co-op.

I think she chewed on more, though.
I seem to be missing my heart
somewhere in this cavity
there was something beating earlier
and rushing through a slow apartment elevator
down unknown paths
across lawns
chasing her latest meal with all the
photographic evidence I could muster
it must have been slurped up in the pursuit.

I don’t mind, though
that a heart of mine has been laid to rest
with other heavenly remnants in a sea monster’s chest.