ninestars

Astronomy room.
post storm; window open; wet. 
cooling Earth soaked air.

Can I-

intrude into your fantasy?

Can I tell you a shocking truth?

Can I become everything you hate

so that I can love myself?

Can I dream of a job with impactful meaning

When rain bounces off the windshield 

In patterns, 

Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat 

In soft thrums, 

I begin to think and 

Sea breeze blows my hair

The waves crash onto the beach

Maine ocean in fall

she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder

i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently

ashamed of my language

she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs

i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like

fall in california

even though i'm in new hampshire

and the leaves are curling. 

the lights in sephora were sickly bright

like the lights