If a partway bomb; if a half-paused hell; if a killing, failed, can feed; if a death sentence, incomplete; if a horror, flopped; if extinction unlocks its jaw; if what doesn’t kill you makes you; if almost; if never; if the friction of did not succeed; if someone harnessed annihilation in service of a stew; if someone me-like can see disaster’s refuse and think, dinner; if they can gather reeds and soften them with the genius of unconsummated doom; if I can almost love the bomb that didn’t burst; then,
