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
-
would you still join me in the sun?
&c
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