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18 | she/they | hypothetical astronaut | ekphrastic poet | haunted house

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I'm actually not that great at poems with line limits, but here goes nothing.


April 3, 2020

it’s not that I have never seen Venus
in the night sky alone, out of my depth
with a sob in my throat,
but good god she outshines the fear,
she outshines the small, hard marble
of my selfishness, my guilt,
o, whomever knit the sky from firmament
to spine of earth, whomever made a tapestry of stars 
made Venus for us, I must think.


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