All Those Other Galaxies

there is something heavier
than these feathers in my throat,

these horses galloping
from one plush corner
of my heart to the other,

these ropes tethered to pull tight.


...if only it were so easy to cut through
longing with silver shears.


a comet burned through my life
and I expected it to stay,

to say, this is happiness
and you are happiness
and this is different
than all those other galaxies.


you’re even inside my bruises
where violets and rhododendrons are blooming.

there are gardens in my knees.