Poem in Which I Think About String

I’m learning
about other
universes
that may
be inches
from this
one, and
how these
other universes
may influence
this one
but they
are invisible,
in another
dimension.
This is
string theory
and I’m
wondering
who or what
is pulling
my strings?
I am
thinking
of Elder
Stucky
from Alabama
who walked
with cane
in Boise
Idaho.
We were
Mormon
missionaries,
at our peak,
but celibate,
doing
the lord’s
work
in suit
and tie,
riding bicycles.
I tied him
to the bed-
posts because
he was
afraid
of touching
himself
in the middle
of the night.
I wanted
to do
the right thing.
I read
the missionary
guide every
morning at 5
and didn’t
listen to
music
or watch
television.
I tried
to listen
to the still
small voice
that was
invisible,
but there
were other
voices,
there are
always
other voices,
that are
invisible,
like other
universes
right beside
this one,
like the layers
of our onion
brains.
There are
multiple
kingdoms
& the top
one
is Celestial.
I am not
going there.
I am supposed
to go
to outer
darkness.
That’s OK.
I don’t
believe in
outer darkness.
But I do
too.
Who is
my puppet
master?
Who is
stringing
me along?
I am chewing
a stringy
piece
of chicken
and thinking
about other
universes.
The universe
is my brain.
I like it.

Marcus Slease

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