By Ally Ang ’17
We fall into bed
with that same blind uncertainty
& grasping in the dark
of a newborn still learning
to open its eyes.
You unravel beneath me
and together, we hurtle
towards the direction of chaos.
It is deliberate, this undoing:
I model myself after a universe
ruled by entropy. But it is all too presumptuous
to think that just because we cannot see order
it must be absent.
Like a kaleidoscope of monarchs
whose wings instinctively remember
thousands of years of migration
the universe knows just where to scatter its atoms
a secret that it holds tight to its chest.