STARS IN YOUR GALAXY
This is the page I tore out
from your diary
you called me m
in the list
of your lovers gallery
Do others know
we are framed
in your memory
How can i even breathe
we’re all stars in your galaxy
The mannequin can’t find her skin in a mirror
it’s much clearer in a fog
The empty hangers now in the closet
recite dulcet dialogues
You live on air
from a rare planetarium
and waves of grace
in the care of a sanitarium
What hellish noise
could distract you from your equipoise
You don’t need boys
when the girls offer better toys
The perfect love affair from a distance
needs persistence every night
Be steady confident understanding
Not demanding or she’ll take flight
