Chinatown

I jumped on a bike
and rode to china town
and watched the stars fall from grace
because you told me what a disaster I was.
Did you realize what you meant?

Did you notice
the five thousand and three stars
stapled to my wall?
Or the black and blue
discoloration across my back?
Or my ever desperation to become
one of our constellation?

Does anything come to mind
when you call me your disaster?





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