The Feeling of Being Everything
​Hisako Rogers

 
galaxies spill through their fingers
they are becoming tired of
swallowing stars to avoid being wrong
please baby, stay quiet
there are black holes growing in their stomach
suck in your gut
they can taste it
Eta Carinae
stuck somewhere in their throat
Andromeda slips to the floor
intricate spirals of broken stars
dancing across trails of passersby
 
 
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