orbit 2

are you still too sleepy?

i count constellations

around my hair follicles and

my fingers tangled in saturn.

in space, the sun never sets

it remains.

i remain too.

i remain here and whole and

beating and bleeding.

i remain with venus

in the pit of my

stomach and mars in my hands;

i apologise and place

the planets back in the sky.

i’ve shuffled the order, i hope you don’t mind

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would you still join me in the sun?

&c