Those stars were so clear in that sky

I felt like I could reach out and grab them

and place them right in the palm

of your hand

that you hold so high

to smite

us lowly beings who look up to you

like the moon who looks for the sun

That ball of gas would flee

away from that liquid gold sphere every morning and night

much like you would

but I felt like if I stretched high enough

I could place those dots of flashing pentagrams

on your cheeks

And bring shame to those freckles you speak so highly of

I like to trace them

you said

As you trail an airy finger from one to the other

I imagine that that’s how

the constellations were formed