the creation of the universe

the sofa remembers
every room its ever been in
but does it know
the color of it's skin
the pattern of it's fabric
or it's blanket of coffee and cigarettes?
does it know
that the girls
upon it
are going to sleep together tonight?
can it explain to me
the black holes, quasars
and the big bang theory?

(the big bang theory isn't close:
the creation of the universe
is more like waking up at 3am
to find your new lover staring at you
willing you awake
a thunderstorm of smooth skin
and hair that smells like
eucalyptus and olive oil
a little bit like your father's old shirts
willing you awake
because your lover is thirsty
and the book left on the bedside table
isn't satisfying
every word ever written
has only been written as a futile attempt
to explain the big bang
which itself
is our futile attempt
to explain
what it is like
to make love
with someone new
at 3am.
i am
willing you awake.)

my grandpa knows
the lake
because the lake is his memory.

the boy is trying to find
desperately trying to find
the error in his calculations
calculations which are part of
an incredibly complicated equation
(he holds his breath when he computes
he holds his breath when he asks for her number
he holds his breath when he goes underwater)
an equation which
when properly exploited
will divulge the most glorious
magical
and
dangerous secret
of all time.

he will tell her
and only her
late at night
when the moon goes dark behind clouds
and the world sleeps
their dangerous secret
will come to life
with one big
glorious
magical
dangerous
bang.