looking up at a plane and pretending it’s a star.

looking up at the star and imagining its
expansiveness,
molten light surging and ceasing

looking up at the expansiveness and wishing I could reach through the window wishing the glass would bend for my hand like water wishing I could crush the sun in my palm and swallow it and

looking out at the mirror and wondering who is

looking up at me imagining i’m a plane.