Grand Designs

Here I sit, baked,
in a perihelion place,
and you back home,
under aphelion greys.

Our distances different
from the nuclear heat –
my reading of Hawking
left me browbeat.

Our divorce dictated
by EasyJet flights,
our separate beds
moved closer tonight.

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