By El Waddingham
you saw the stardust in me
stardust that exists in all of us
but you gave name to mine.
for a moment we were
among the supernovas.
*explosion here*
burning bright,
violent,
not at all gentle.
violence
it blew the dust away
took me down from the heavens
while you still soared.
i couldn’t put it into words
those foil star stickers covering my face,
i felt like an object
one of affection
but
still an object.
to be admired but never deeply.
god, you made me feel like a man
among those divine bodies of light
entirely unworthy of how high
you had placed me.
grabbed unwilling from
my place here on earth
and thrust into your milky way.
i was my own little rock
weigh down low.
you came and dislodged me
ground me into your perception and
i have deserved nothing of such
frivolous beauty
since i was placed here.
within my little patch of dirt
i have never been confused about
my purpose
my little rock-self
until i was in your eyes.
now all that is left of us
are those stickers
gold and crumpled
on my carpet
reminding me that i am more than
what my eyes can see.
they’re collecting dust.
collecting memories
of who i am now.
