i drew the stars into the night with a stick of thin chalk
not very well, i'm afraid
i've never been an artist
they didn't stick and slid off after a few hours
in the delirium of their fall, she came to me with only one shoe
in the wreckage i gained a freckle in the crook of my elbow
she is beautiful
she puts her hands against my forearm, to separate my fingertips from her soft stomach
i kiss us until i notice something running down my skirt
i remember the star disaster
the night is just glossy black glass and miss moon is not pleased
i take refuge in your skin
someone else can clean up