what you are reaching for, it’s already in your hand

my stars are in the palm of your hand

i put them there

that night

and forgot to tell you

or maybe i didn’t forget

maybe i just thought you wouldn’t believe me

they are the things

that i wanted to say

on that wet bed of midwest grass

the words that crystallized on my tongue

and didn’t make it out

before the sun came up

and made it impossible to explain

if you have lost your way

you can use them to find it

if you have found a way

you can use them to show me where it is

they are light as in not heavy

they are light as in what turns us on


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