Millennial Stella – A Poem

My state of mind is odd these days; we live in such interesting times. Thus, this poem.

Make of it what you’ll make of it.

Millennial Stella - Because my parents had to die / for I / I could only think of them as sky / and gas and dust / and last goodbyes / that cling to my insides / that turn to coal, which I ignite / that cling to my outsides, then / catching light / become the planets taking flight / my gravity / my pride

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