Alternate Universe where Einstein Crawls out of a

Black Hole

Abu Bakr Sadiq

to reinvigorate his memories            he scissors
               a circle through his hair.          unveiling clusters
         of arrow-shaped birthmarks.

                                                                            in the room,   i watch his fingers
      trace an imaginary line in the air

                                                                                like a star,  near the end of its life
                                      floating through            twins of galaxies.
                               he spills out photons           when he coughs.
                      stutters when he reads me          a reversed theory
                                                       of relativity.         i unhinge the door,
                                        when light pours in,         his face becomes a black hole
                                 swelling through the eye         of a telescope.
                                                            he points         to an ice cube on a table.
                                       calls it the entrance          to a spaceship. i pour him a cup
                            of milkshake. he drinks           & throws up tiny bulbs
                                of dark matter. i ask          what he learned
                                          in the innards          of the black hole. he moonwalks
                           at the speed of light.          sings spanish songs between
                  mouthfuls of meatballs.         pricks his bloodshot left eye & calls it
       the point of infinite density.         levitates in the center of the room
               to show me the broken         smokescreen shielding the lie
known as the force of gravity.        i ask about the possibilities of time travel.
                   he snaps his fingers        & takes us back to the future. he speaks
                of a universe where         brainstorms gather in empty skulls
    to drag rainfalls towards        deserts. i suggest he takes me with him
            when he’s to return.        he looks at me
      like he's just witnessed        the death of his ghost.


Abu Bakr Sadiq is a Nigerian poet. An Ignyte Award finalist, his work is nominated for the Rhysling Award and is published in MIZNA, FIYAH, Uncanny Magazine, Augur Magazine, Zone 3 Press Magazine, Palette Poetry, The Lit Quarterly, Rockvale Review and elsewhere. Find him on Twitter @bakronline