Day 22, Getting Homesick

you said:
"our planet is a yo-yo, spinning at the will
of a very bored deity,
Its skin crackling like bubble-wrap;

one day It will tire of us, we will fall
down the back of the bed, like old toys
and It will not miss us.

our lives will go out like lights in a powercut,
and It will start juggling with Jupiter and Venus"
you said,
but I shook my head-

"our lives will explode into hedonism,
our faces electric and our fingers as javelins
will spear all our wishes like fish;

and Its popping skin won't sizzle without us."
I said.
And you shut your mouth tight with a snap.