THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
LXVIII. i lifted my finger and traced the constellations.
"that is cassiopeia, the queen."
and she traced my line,
"oh, i see it, i see it!" and she is so excited, so i lift my sleeve
"look, she is freckled onto my arm," i smile,and she leans over and her eyes crinkle.
i'd never known someone
who'd never known the constellations.
but she was so amazed, and i smiled.
"Cassiopeia at her vanity, back turned," i pause, and drag my hand to the right,
"Forever ignoring her daughter, Andromeda, who she allowed to be chained without freedom."
And my new friend looked, and asked how to see her, asking the origin of one of the greatest evils of humanity, and how humanity would forever be reminded so.
"above us is pegasus, he an andromeda share those stars..."
and so she learned.
and that night stars were not stolen, but repaired.
What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know.
might make this into a short story. winter camp was fun.