Numbers

YWP is the reason I

Keep refusing to take off the nail polish

Chipped and speckled like stars,

Smiling when I see the flecks of gold

Within the flecks of turquoise

If only I could hug

The stars;

Perhaps I could shatter them

And cup the shards

In my palms,

The cracks constellations

Aligning with my veins,

But that isn’t close enough

       Once upon a time, there lived a young girl with a pocket full of hearts.  Really, the hearts were stones and the pocket was the upturned bottom of her swim shirt, but she didn’t care.  To her, th