I have my sorrows
narrowed down to seven.
- the blueberies have withered on the stem.
- I found an empty eggshell at the bottom of my coffee.
- I’ve abandoned so many cats.
- the space between my thighs will never exist.
- there are no more marbles buried in the backyard.
- if there’s a way to say yes, I haven’t discovered it yet.
- the ground outside my window is littered with orange peels.
these tears connect
I’ve been thrown
out of orbit.