Cold Evening; Hot Stew Poem by Adora Williams

Ponder about existence
Not ponder, just... contemplate
Observe, like the singularity of a black hole

I'm writing on the back of an envelope made of craft paper I found
Among the draft papers I left to oblivion
Phone numbers of lovers and films and songs and wine they like
On this particular one there were coordinates to a possible star
That never happened or it's now a supernova
It's upside down — the right side if I wasn't writing upside down — I thought it was the address to another dream
That I failed to have—

Not this kind of contemplation
Just eat your stew that is getting
Cold in linearity as you waste
Your limited linear time writing
This that will probably mean
Nothin at the end of it all
As it all begins again