If the World Stopped Spinning This Second

We would ricochet off billboards
smash through fences
blow through walls
aerate your house
then mine
rebound off the river
or the place the river was
wind pulling the skin from our bodies
at seven to nine hundred miles an hour
bouncing off our neighbors
any number of cattle
an assortment of fish
all manner of metal objects
and the floating ocean at least once.
What a pity participation would be forced.
I would happily watch myself fly by
dead or shortly splattered
in the nasty current of ungravitied things
a blurry movement to be waved at from a hurling porch
a whooshing sound as I go by.

Calvin Olsen is an Edinburgh-based poet and translator. His work has recently appeared in AGNI, Asymptote, The London Magazine, The Los Angeles Review, Poet Lore, and others. More work can be found at https://www.calvin-olsen.com.

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