A poem by ELLIOT JAMES SMITH.
stare up at your forever water-stained window-pane
and mistake all the satellites
for stars o light o how they shimmer
the veins on your arms
for a collision of scissor wars
write poetry on your window pane
and take them as holy commandments o God
o grab your breath in your hand
and see it pulse like little fairy lights
Look up and confuse this with existence
Featured image courtesy of Elliot James Smith.