05/14/2021
Stargazer,
I wish I felt safe looking you up
I wish a note taped to my door read a 10 digit number
I want to escape the vacuum that anchors me down when all I want to be is high.
This morning’s poetry is emblematic of the tragic sweetness
The heart you wanted wanted your hand in marriage. He’s aiming his precision on your midsection, babygirl.
He/ I am scared moving into that stage of development. Hold my hand, try saying “it’s ok”
Tell me not to be scared
