Misaligned – Elizabeth Tesler

The broken conversations

Birthed a

Broken constellation–

Staring at linoleum

With glazed eyes,

Biting back words

Into blood,





She tries to disappear

For half the year;

Maybe it’s a sign

I shouldn’t

Walk the globe

To follow her.


And maybe if space were not so


I could reach and

Run my palm along her edges and


Not get cut.


But wishful thinking’s

Wishful thinking,

And I wish

I wish

I wish

I could wish on her,

But people don’t realize

Stars are spikes of fire–


Jesus, are they pretty…

They’ll burn you to a crisp.


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