Megaclusters are the largest scale of space that humans can conceived of. Several megaparsecs in size, The Known Universe appears entirely homogenous beyond Megaclusters. In other words, everything becomes identical to everything else. These poems intimately explore the stuff of our Megacluster, (from giants with eyes the size of the sun down to the toenails of a lepton).

Weekends In The Megacluster is a book about binding to familiarity in a world where everything is getting exponentially crazier.

the broken tongues of lovers

at the italian opera

the music is epic

full of heavy consequence

(like tom and jerry

or insomnia).

the singing, too:

caramel thick — these lovers
flailing about in the throes
of the rarest, most chaotic
passion the world has ever known

ripe with romantic fits
of melodrama, and the
tragically inadequate sub-titles
could not have been more appropriate

“You are my love”

“I am glad I am your love”

“Am I your love too?”

“Yes. You are my love too.”

“Why must you leave me?”

“I must leave you because I must leave you”