Connecting Stars

Connecting Stars


I


Popcorn in a cup,
I’m sure, so sure.
You’re looking for
a metaphor here.
It is still inside
your head, think,
your hair, stuck.

Don’t play it, don’t.

Enjoy your smile
for inside the micro—
wave keeps me
warm enough,
to imagine. Oh
what it is like to
imagine.


II


You are eating
something raw,
a face, an aorta.
Asleep, the fire
can’t stop wonder—
ing. Tell me
the only thing.

One thing that
burns eyes blind.

I can’t think any—
more, throw the
poems into a flame.
I won’t see the light,
they won’t see the
light of day. I don’t
want them to see
anymore sunrises.

Anymore breathing
inside me.


III


Cut my hands,
cut the strands of
hair I couldn’t
help but hold onto.
Cut our umbilical
cord and let free—
dom spill.

No time to clean it,
nothing inside, 2 am.


I’ll always be one
kernel, one kernel
waiting for the stars
to heat, but the stars
are too far away.

Just please, someday
find me and throw
the kernel away.