i remember

her eyes were like doors
that welcomed anyone through

her hands were rough
the hands of a crafter

her freckles looked like stars
shining on the face of the sky
that was her skin

her arms were torn
not from an accident
but from the pure hate
of not being able to feel

her nails were painted
each a different color
i don't think she knew the difference

her hair was straight
and scarcely reached her shoulders

and i..

i never saw her again.

"it's hard to explain"
are my favorite words.
whether it be my
sexuality
gender identity
or religion
whether it be
math
science
or my will to live
whether it be my home life
or why
why
why
"it's hard to explain."

among the stars is a boy
who carries through the dark
his eyes full of wonder
and his hands coated with galaxies
with one lift of his finger
comes a new moon
and a new reason
to look up