trapped starlight
put the pills back, and the bottle, and shut the window. down in the bottom of the silverware drawer with the packets of catchup and soy sauce, there’s a little hope. if you don’t find it look under the fridge with the filthy bouncy balls and school schedules. or in the closet with the iron (who irons?) or in the hair filled sink drain. it’s in here, i promise. it took me decades to find it. it’s better than a lost heirloom rescued from the heating grate, better than the candy someone hid, better than any lucky penny. you are trapped starlight and generations of prayer. your suffering does not make you beautiful. you just are. pick up the phone, let someone come help you look.
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