A poem by ELLIOT JAMES SMITH.

stare up at your forever water-stained window-pane
Look!
and mistake all the satellites
for stars o light o how they shimmer
the veins on your arms
for a collision of scissor wars
Mistake!

write poetry on your window pane
and take them as holy commandments                                    o God
o Take!
o grab your breath in your hand
and see it pulse like little fairy lights
leaking colour

Look up and confuse this with existence

Featured image courtesy of Elliot James Smith.