upon returning home
i unzip my weary skin
and push my hands deep
deep into the startling bloom
of my intestines
where each calamitous minute
has crystallized
minute gems of doubt
piercing my bowels

of course, I remove them
only to fix each damning diamond
into the ceiling above my bed
a constellation of regret
and i am an early-morning cosmonaut
sleeplessly orbiting
the dying star of your memory

08/14/2012

Author's Note: space.

Posted on 08/15/2012
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