I desire to touch a star,
pull it down from its remote
perch, turn it round and round
in my hands and then take
a bite to see if stardust has grit.
I want to smell its essence —
bright and briny as the sea.
I want to carry it in my pocket,
use it as my fidget spinner;
I want to throw it against
the wall like paint, or hang
it on my Christmas tree.
I’d really like to swallow
it whole, begin a new
universe inside of me.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2020
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