It is true that dinosaurs are melted into

Legos and Tupperware

and somewhere an old man  

plants a peach tree

and stars are born

    named by some website

         and die in spectacular

 implosions 

Nevertheless, 

I tether myself to you

in whirling, shy-smile orbit 

around your gravity

You gather all my particles

my forehead hairs and dirty soles

and dangle them

from strands in space

Thank you for being my

    blanket nest 

        Chinese food

           snow day friend

as poets die in droves

and the ice caps melt

and thousands of mice are born 

in half a breath

Amanda Wolf