It could be worse. Consider this:

by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

Asteroid, christened as starlight,

flames braid and hitch across the sky.

A dinosaur, cow-eyed, looks.
He has a nice family, all in one place,

he checks the falling steam

and hears bursting climate chaos.
The ocean drains; somewhere far,
Mars spills its jammy streams
toward nothingness.

The dinosaur, named, and with

family present, watches
as rushing light, with its whistling
melodies, maps a path toward its target.

Fireshine in many eyes,
necks crane—together,
they share the moment.

Jane-Rebecca Cannarella is a writer and editor living in West Philadelphia. She edits HOOT Review, Meow Meow Pow Pow Lit, and was an editor for Lunch Ticket from 2015 to 2017. Jane-Rebecca is the author of the flash fiction collections Better Bones (Thirty West Publishing House) and Thirst and Frost (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), as well as the poetry collections Eleven Hundred (Really Serious Lit), Long Island Sad Poems (Serotonin Press), and others. She works as a paralegal for an immigration law firm, and likes cats and salt.