Cosmic Trauma and Ethereal Dances in the Galaxies

“Since When Is My Heart A Campsite?”

I don’t know why things don’t catch on fire when the embers from the flames we’ve created spark off.

Maybe it’s because we’ve created that fire with love…

I’ve created that fire with love.

I used the memories and laughs you gave me

and I turned them into firewood.

The flames ate those right up and the fire grew.

And as time passed the fire dimmed and the firewood became less and less.

Your laugh stopped being the same and your eyes were dull and lifeless.

Did I do that to you?

Did the fire burn so bright it ended up burning you out?

Eventually I had to create my own firewood and use that as a source to keep feeding the hungry fire

whose flames licked up and down my skin.

And it left me with third degree burns and a broken heart, but I had to keep it going somehow…

Right?

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“Stacy Sun and Her Lover Sal”

They say Mercury is in retrograde

and that is why my luck is so bad

why I’ve been so down.

Even with Mercury in retrograde

Even with all of the planets against me

Even with the constellations misaligned at my expense

You are still my lover

My zodiac queen, reigning

Leaving me weak

at the knees

And at your mercy.

How is it that Mercury and company could wish misfortune upon me

when I am accompanied by the moon and stars

all at once?

You have the galaxies inside of you.

You are made up of the light of the stars

and have Saturn’s rings around your hips.

I am merely the sun…

I burn anyone who gets too close.

It can’t be Mercury.

It must be something else.