Tonight's Poet Corner: An Imperfect Galaxy

An Imperfect Galaxy
by Belinda Roddie

Her birthmark is a ship sailing
across an uncharted sea, where
the freckles rise like rocks, and 
sirens perch upon their brown
arches, humming their hypnotizing
hymnals. Each groove and bump
and inconsistency on her skin is

a new island to colonize, a new
small continent to discover. A
mountain range to climb, a valley
to set camp in. To burn like fireflies
against the night sky. Stars settle
onto our complexions until our faces
are dotted with constellations, forming
miniature worlds for ghosts to explore.

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