Burnout

In the flashy stole
of the Fox 
Fur Nebula, hydrogen 
glows cherry-pop
 
red with radiation, 
intensely effusing from 
Hot Young Stars— 
but I am down 
 
to earth 
among these ember-
tipped bushes
in Rio Grande Gorge,
 
in the red of the cliffs
and the rust of the road
where the world
is heating
 
to a piping tipple 
of mulled wine while
a Household Name 
hawks bras with faux 
 
nipples so hard 
no matter how 
hot it is, you’ll always
look cold

 
and startups chip ice
from Arctic glaciers,
shipped to float
as cubes 
 
the rich will chew
at boujee bars 
in Dubai—Diamonds 
are Forever— 

 
unlike icebergs,
but thank god these tits
stay perky 
in perpetuity

and those protostars, 
well, the pressure 
builds, fusion begins,
their primal cry
 
a combination
of radiation and stellar 
wind, contorting
the nebula 
 
into amoebous shapes
mimicking
familiar things,
each sidus winking to us
 
to wish upon them
so as not to tumble 
into ill-starred disaster
when things are not
 
what they seem— 
us, just fools 
of heavenly compulsion 
heading for scarlet

combustion—   
letting heaven 
and nature scream.

Note: In late 2022, Greenland startup Arctic Ice began shipping glacier ice to cocktail bars in the UAE. In October 2023, Kim Kardashian launched SKIMS Ultimate Nipple Bra, featuring built-in, raised fake nipples.

Talia Pinzari is a poet and public relations director from New England living in Austin, Texas. Her work appears in Salamander Magazine, EVENT Magazine, SWWIM, The Shore Poetry, The Museum of Americana, Berkeley Poetry Review, Lily Poetry Review, Pangyrus, Ibbetson Street, Mulberry Literary, and elsewhere.

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