but sometimes inside all that armor, it gets suffocating and the stars draw me like a siren song I’m enticed by the idea of dark matter against my face so drawn to the galaxy I wonder what it feels like to hold the universe in my palms I want it I want constellations on my tongue I want beyond our ozone atmosphere I want more than earthbound plastics because even if my lungs disintegrate
perhaps it’s worth the lack of air.
DELANEY DUSCH
Flown the Coop