i want to be with the stars.
they don’t shake
when they take
a step
and curse
under their breath
because they’ll never be
lovely enough.

i stand at my window sill
and spread my arms out wide
like i’m not afraid
of oblivion.
i whisper to the good nights
and i cry to the bad ones.
  oh, i sing to the ground  
and i scream to the air   

and though my lungs ache,
i command:
“take me to the stars”

and so the world lies flat.