• i am a collection of powdered starfire,
    residual once upon a times clotting (and rotting) in my veins

    i am made up of celestial shreds
    sewn together with narcissism-soaked dental floss

    i am the ashes, the stories encased in remnants
    that will someday disintegrate into
    new life

    i am dog-eared beaten-up lemonade-stained
    half-torn page hundred eleven of a not-favorite novel

    i am a single current in the ocean, (not even tangible)
    winding my way between relocated raindrops

    i am dandelion stained egg yolks on all of the laziest
    mornings when kelly ripa’s guest is a bore and sleep
    is still more appealing

    i am the umbrella that belongs to the
    stubborn girl who would rather be soaked,
    dormant

    i am the scarecrow, the tin man, and the cowardly lion
    all wrapped up into one, and without ruby slippers
    or a yellow brick road

    i am lost, so i write
    until i am found