Celestial
I am the girl
with a constellation slashed
across my neck.
An incomplete formation
missing a few stars.
I wish I could throw
my suns up in the air
to join their kin in the sky.
Yet here they stay,
imprinted onto skin,
forever trapped
in the cage that is my body;
A thing so far from celestial,
planted firmly in the earth.
From my prison,
I gaze up and the clouds
shroud the moon.