I want to make magic
In your bones, piece together
A stone for your joints
And make you move through
Space. Here we are,
Glittering like stars. Let's count
The galaxies from where
We are and spin and spin
Until we fall into each other,
This blackhole where our
Heart curls up and blinks awake
When the moon comes out to dance.

i’ll try to do better-
i say to my mirror,
reflection still and steady,
eyes weepy and sad.
disappointed
and i am unsure
the world in my mind
is sleeping; and
clouds clouding me up,
when i should be
a clear sky.

i’ll try to
dampen the clouds
from my mind,
let them simmer
like summer fog
clear up at noon
let them soak into
skin (and now, they
have turned to wind).

i promise, to those eyes
i will try to be better,
mouth shaped like
an ‘O,’ as i whisper.
but the clouds keep
sneaking back in.