At the end of the day
do I want to be lists?
To dos? Reminders of tomorrow?
Or do I want to be stardust?
What will you fill yourself with
she asks? So I expel all of
the notifications. I imagine I
am space. I am quasars.
I am the uterus of a nebula. I
warm stars! Watch me become the
mountains. Watch me fill the
night skies. I reach out to feel my
fingertips but they just keep
going. So I leap—
March 21, 2021
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