adjacent smattering of planets
house lives and light and stars
cracking smiles of varied intensities
and deaths. If you collapse now,
you’re a little closer to yourself,
a bit more endeared to the soreness
of popped joints and reset bones.
Hum of your blood the highway lullaby.
Your moon face aches for the sun.
I think I'm actually writing two poems here, but the result is okay... if a bit off.