he met his life and choked it

tattooed stars on his palms
to watch them fade

his orbital life
swung from ugly skyscrapers
and molted like an apple core

he sent his questions to space
but lost his map,

wanted everything a mess
so empty meant something

on his forearm, he tattooed repulsive
in black ink, his kneecap preached don’t try

unlucky with permanence
his caved chest, a skinny tunnel
his torso shrunk close to his bones
compacted inversely, he became
black holes and supernova

as I became angry
for everything still trapped
beneath the sky,

I fell in love with his pain.


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