You said I was a galaxy,

But when I reached out I stopped short

Like stars were hiding up my sleeves

And I couldn’t feel them.

They’re scattered like unread mail

Discarded on the kitchen counter

And wedged between the fridge and wall,

Like wishes collecting dust

And visions I cannot stop repeating.

When I reach for them I fall apart

And each star falling is a supernova

Embracing a new life

With an immolation of the last.