I swallowed a comet last night, fiery tail and all.
I hadn’t planned on doing it.
It just sort of happened, randomly, like most accidents do.
No one ever consciously says: let me lose a ten dollar bill, let me get hit by lightning, let me fall desperately in love with the worst possible person.
And, most definitely, no one ever says: give me a comet, over easy and combustible. I have a craving for something sweet and celestial.