ninestars

I felt pretty this morning, and

Danced around the room to

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

In my skirt and polo, and

Tried to brush my hair while still

as I stumble out of the truck, I look up

and I start thinking 

and I just can’t stop

as I gaze into the Milky Way

I can’t help but notice 

leaves let go

each one a page ripped out of summer's book

each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969

each one a fragment of what was 

why care? they say.

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