from stardust we came, to stardust we will return.

that tumble into sapphire ocean,

of fish that glitter and sea salt air;

a home beneath a summer sky,

an orange tree still bearing fruit.

I dream of your garden beside it,

tomatoes and strawberries and nasturtiums;

you let the dandelions grow between the cracks,

butter-yellow then wispy-gray to

dance in clouds in the breeze.

the sunshine shaped like glass windows

traces the kitchen floor, the counters,

a half-eaten orange sitting in light—

I dream that you allow me to consume you

in that soft, slow way of age;

I dream of a love where you allow me

the one of gentle kisses under the [evening star];

the moon is beautiful tonight, and I am

fifty-one hundred miles from my home.

beloved, you [who gathers] such tenderness for me,

tell me again about how [everything] is made

of love—let me wake up to the [shining dawn]

by your side, let me count the stars [scattered]

in your honeyed hair and sunlit words. my dearest,

I’m fifty-one hundred miles from my heart

and I think I’ll let [you] keep it if you promise

to [bring] it home at the end of [the] day;

if you promise to come home to me,

she hovers in the seams of the floorboards, a heart

beating beneath me like a haunting; she rattles at the

pictures on the wall of my mother’s young, unlined smile. 

she cries quietly like something unraveling and

I know she is every moment that never came, 

every future she could not hold; dying again and again

in soft dreams that linger only for a moment. 

she lives on my mother’s tongue, in the curled unspoken

and the sting of the empty space in her bed; 

sometimes she sits beside me as I sleep, 

singing softly so as not to wake the ache. 

I’m sorry, mama, I did not mean to be a reminder 

of the ghost that haunts our home; I know you look 

at my face and see her eyes—I know I am her grave.

you tell me I love you like I am already leaving.  

mama, I promise even as I am holding you tight, 

I try to be light; lighter than your grief. I know her dreams

still send soft pangs like milk teeth, like growing pains.

I hope one day she will find her way home, 

and you will stop loving like your heart is breaking; 

thank you to the lovely @lexiklecksi for inviting me to this fun little tagging game <3 sorry it's literally a month late I kept forgetting to finish this post

tagging some of my mutuals if they’d like to participate: @mossypoems @sheepcow @lilylovelle @strawberrystainedd

favorite ships:

okay this really varies depending on which fandom I’m most active in at the time but here are the ships I enjoy the most of the media I'm currently consuming:

Aventio (Aventurine/Dr. Ratio, Honkai Star Rail)

YoshiKaru (Tsujinaka Yoshiki/Indou Hikaru, the Summer Hikaru Died)

Hananene (Hanako/Yashiro Nene, Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun)

First ship:

I don’t entirely remember to be honest but I think it might’ve been Drarry because I was a closeted little elementary schooler who yearned for a non-heterosexual relationship in media and Harry Potter was there for my young impressionable mind

Last song:

Drink Deep by Florence and the Machine! her new album is SO good

Last movie:

The Dead Poets Society </3 I cried quite a bit watching this movie

Currently reading:

the midland throne by km gallagher! an absolutely fantastic book by the way I really enjoy the queer rep and a fun fantasy plot

Currently consuming:

a cup of hot cocoa

Currently craving: