in My Mind —
my hand: Huge
curls around (the night) and
scoops
stars
straight
from the sky
leaving //IT// blank and ;endless
aching infinity of the human chest
i keep my stars close
inside My Mouth and
swa
llow
ed
i keep them
i keep them close
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In Which
PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
