i met the universe when i was fifteen
she came to me from the stars, the same
sky i share with my sister.
she came to me when my sleep was polluted
with a bitter fog of guilt, and
bed without mattresses burned behind my eyelids:
here, she planted a tree
she came to me in the quiet light of morning,
she told me i was alive and that's the only thing
that really matters
but it also matters to write about it, so i do.
i impress the lines of my heart onto paper.