you told me that
in a crisis, we should
stop making beautiful things.
there’s not much need
these days.
so, I took out my suitcase,
dusted off the top
and slowly opened
the tarnished latches.
I climbed inside.
I pierced the red lining
with a pin--
light shone through
from the yellow of the room.
I’ll make my own stars.
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