- Vol. 05
- Chapter 12
Bottle of Stars
When she pushed the cuticles back,
she revealed crescent moons
hidden behind thick layers of cloud.
Then, brought about a sand-storm;
tornado of brittle nail-dust
filed into the air: made a burning.
Uncapped a bottle of stars;
spoke in glittered tongues,
licked my fingers back and forth,
left a trail of dreams on tips
of digits I will hold up to the sky.
I will hold them to the moon,
lying with my back against
the wet night-grass, with
the universe hidden in my hands.