Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
And as they roll away,
The stars fall away,
And the sky is black
People, bright spots!
Crowd the streets! Block the hearse!
Populate the dark earth, so that our reflection in the night sky
Will be twice as bright as any stars ever could be.
The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold;
Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;
Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;
When I was a little younger than I am now,
I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.
That was enough to take me into the stratosphere.
I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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