All Hail the Light Cone

Poetry by Theo Zucker

I tell Nicole about the cone of light
inside of which we’re all contained,
and how, once expelled from its magical
and mysterious source, nothing that exists
can go back to where it was born.
She holds it like a curse, the knowledge
that simply due to the shape
and speed of light, we must continue
the way we are going.
But I like to picture the parties,
where no …