Our Lady of Sorrows

I have my sorrows

narrowed down to seven.

1. the blueberies have withered on the stem.
2. I found an empty eggshell at the bottom of my coffee.
3. I’ve abandoned so many cats.
4. the space between my thighs will never exist.
5. there are no more marbles buried in the backyard.
6. if there’s a way to say yes, I haven’t discovered it yet.
7. the ground outside my window is littered with orange peels.

these tears connect

like constellations.

I’ve been thrown

out of orbit.