if I could take the stars, I would. stick them in your pocket and tell you to keep them there in case of cruel weather. there is a storm coming and it's inside my chest. rattling the walls, breathing for sin like an aching mouth. I close all my windows in case of flood. I look hopelessly at stars. I think of your pockets and wonder if good weighs you down, if it sinks your bones and your blood. I want you flying. if it gets too warm, thrown them to the sky.















