colima

the stars in the sky    
just hang there over it all
like embers blown from a bonfire.  
   
we used to be stars, you know.  
   
the stars of the valley are pretty.  
but unnecessary.
like christmas decor in june.  
   
i'm on colima    
trudging toward the constellation whittier.  
   
sending a makeshift prayer    
to lambert and gunn.  
   
like teeth    
pushing into the wrong set of tumblers.  
   
the wrong star.  
   
the wrong sky.  
   
   
the wrong everything.