i think they should name black holes like hurricanes
The beginning of the world: flour
water, salt, sugar, yeast.
Skilled hands kneading,
or maybe a stand mixer
of unfathomable size.
I think they should name
black holes like hurricanes,
incredibly dense, matter pressing
together like a ball of dough.
Megan, Josephine, Harriet, Isabel.
Sub-zero storms, whirling light,
frothing waves of gravity.
The universe rises in the oven,
yeast yawning and stretching.
It expands like a breath,
out, and out, and out.
I take it out to shape the dough.
Three-seventy-five, background
radiation, the hum, the crust
cracking, forming slowly.
I score the universe with a knife
letting in air. Letting it breathe.