She sits in a red dress
That shows more of herself than she’d like.
She’s happily, newly married, but only for a while
Once the week is done she’ll hang up her dress
And sigh.
She waited for the unicorn
And has seen many ***** pass by.
She has seen the *** inside herself.

I linger, as in the night, as
Ghosts of arms surround me, as
they sigh and scream,


*In the clearing, the moon wanes soft as it greets the grass salted with tears
I reached out my hand, and -

I almost touched it.  *


“Hold on, hold on, wait for him
He is coming.”

I’ll stay no longer in this star-scarce company.
The roots of celestials have buried themselves in my heart
And galaxies have formed in my mind.
I find myself shooting amid suns.


*The unicorn turned into an ***
Before I could pull my hand away.

I am burned.  *

I am left waiting.