Loose Limbs

He wiggles his foot and it floats
Off into the distant reaches of outer space.
“Awe-some,” he remarks,
then tries the same with his left hand.
When all of his body parts have dispersed
into the vastness
of the space-time continuum,
he exhales, and a cool breeze
graces his mother’s bedroom.
“Harvey,” she calls out,
“Where are you?”
But his essence has entered
the suborbital tropic
of the unknown.

Pavelle Wesser has published in online poetry anthologies such as Voicesnet.

Email: Pavelle Wesser

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