we are, are different. All the stars
are out tonight, and I am spilling
salt, watching its crystals fall
into the patterns of stars, into
beautiful sadnesses.Vega, Sirius,
Alpha Centauri: I am wishing
on them until I run out of names.
-----"Triage" from the book The World's Last Night, Margot Schilpp
Monday, Again
5 hours ago
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