space between stars


you you-person… are 

gold foil stars stuck on a galaxy of

math-facts just 

before lunch when

tater tots are served…and 

ordinary kids poke at 

over-cooked pizzas with plastic forks while 

you spin your basketball on 

two fingers and crack jokes but

 i laugh too hard and get a

chocolate milk nose-bleed and 


you you-person tell my friends to

ignore me and just 

like that the

world stops spinning and

i see spots of light crumple off 

your over-exposed stars …there

are dark spaces between your

perfect places and

i plunge into the 

tide that makes up you

you  you-person are  only 

a constellation of


i accidentally mistook 




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