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College Hill

Chryste says we are our own planets

inside of a dive bar,

pulling men into our gravitational fields.

but I feel like an astronaut,

invisibly free falling

on the fringes of every celestial body.

I lock eyes with a trail of comets,

ensorcell a protostar,

blush in the presence of a red giant.

in the slow descent,

my beer boils,

forming tiny crystals

that encircle my head.

cosmic rays permanently toxify my body

through string lights and neon signs.

 

I am illumined

or maybe I’m drunk.

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haiku on having guests over

#1

quick preparation

knowledge of relationships

quiet mind of mine

 

#2

ritual circle

life with play is worth living

grow with creation

 

 

#3

soap on my fingers

dishes are signs of caring

stomach full of love

 

#4

fur against the wood

my head swimming with lightness

content and alone