and you haven’t smiled
at me all week…
Stars
I have scars
like pinpricks
in my sky.
Don’t you mean
stars…
Starlight,
star bright,
shining from impossible heights…
I always thought,
that using this as a euphemism,
for something that’s high…
Warm me with your eyes,
hold my hand,
light me with your stars,
if I don’t follow you,
it’s because I’m at your side
Walking down a street,
late in the night,
when no one is around…
Iced tea poured from the glass pitcher, raising the golden brown line in each glass painted with peaches below the rim. Mrs. Deity took a sip of her own. “So,” she said slowly, “y’all want my fried chicken recipe?”…
For such a huge ball of fire,
you’d think it would know when to shine,
precisely where I want it to at all times…
reach for the stars
they say
but first
I need to get out of bed
The sky high above,
empty of all its bright stars…
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