Scooping stars into piles

of constellations, I flatten

the sky to better disguise

the slavering fear nearby.


I place a convenient pattern

like a map upon my wall

where it becomes a window

through which to see my world.

These visions I inscribe

past the depth of my skin,

until my haggard bones

echo the story within.

(March 4, 2024)

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