I see you peeking
amongs the lost eyeshadowed rocks
through my decoupage telescope.

I’m leaning casually against the window sill
across the atmosphere;
no glass in hand,
no acquaintance belting me to my seat,
evenly filed nails.
Tonight you look like Pluto

flexing giant but really
quite tiny,
frosted like her tips,
an untraveled hue of blue that no one
discusses and mostly named
a very embarassing
by all parties.

“the star gazer”


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