Monday, February 18, 2019

You Don't Own Me


mother figures

last night i watched a meteor shower
and wished on every glowing trace
for us to be strong, and bright and pure
and for me to be shot like a light into space
i could almost outline the shadowy figure
i want to believe that we’ll win this race
and for you, our future, to come true
may the extra terrestrial firings grace
my heathen prayer from the observatory

to see your precious martian face

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