Crack, crack, crack
it open!
My heart shaped like
a unicorn
a swan
a squirrel in sombrero.
Turn, turn, turn
me around!
Give me a spin
a try
a kiss
I want to be opened.
There is glitter, I promise you.
And candy,
the good kind.
I wonder…
If galaxies are fingerprints
smudged on
the sky
by
children gods.
If we named the stars
as if they were kittens
we could have a Fluffy Nebula,
the Mr. Whiskerkins Galaxy,
or the Constellation Sheba Is A Good Girl.
The Milky Way would be just fine as it is.
I want a clear sky
and a cup of coffee
a borrowed sweater
and a telescope.
I have a love affair
with Aldebaran
(but I admit to cheating with Rigel).
I need a rooftop terrace
a spiral staircase
and a Romeo star.
