a star of burning conscience falls out of orbit and you find yourself, a moon, on a collision course with this boy of light beams. the world is startled into being when he does not break you but reflects from your surface. it's like he has been in you all along, since the universe was only a child picking the gravel of planets out of its skinned knees. after the crash i picked broken glass out of your chin but your chest wasn't so simple. i couldn't pull a shard of her without your whole heart coming with it. you had saturn's rings for rib bones and i thought loving you would be easier.