I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. I am an insurmountable task. Assigned by a suburban landscaper. To build a machine unwilling to self-assess. Any aspect of what it was built to do. So it tramples the desires of unknowable people. Jokingly and with, um, reckless abandon, i guess. You are the opposite of this. You squeeze the light from wild,.

I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. Waves bleed against enlarged bodies. Of these semi-fluid patterns of us. And we are wrapped around each other. Hoping to one day understand ourselves. That staring at each other for hours is a waste of anything.

I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. If everything will keep going after everything. What function does my anxiety perform? Causing me to want to know. Where you are and what you are doing where you are. When are you going to be not on your period.

I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. Distance is perceptual and not conceptual. When you consider where and what and how. If a human viewed from a small enough space. And its limbs, extensions, and manipulabile faculties,. By flailing and bumping around against each other,. To the magnetism of our brains. What if a horizon is just. Two brains bashing against each other.

I keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me. Yes i am forever and yes you are forever. But neither of us think we are and treat this as a crime. You never start our conversations. You just see me there. I want you to say something. So, here i am. Where the fuck am i.