Stars on my collarbones, stars on my body,

Stars that are darker than my hot black coffee.

Stars on my thighs, stars on my hips,

Stars that sometimes look like X's or stripes.

Stars that shine, stars that fade,

Stars that I wouldn't ever wanna trade.

Stars that cover up my calves, like a cow,

Stars that my mother and my grandma wouldn't allow.

Stars that I made, stars that I earned,

Stars that were cut, stars that were burned.

Stars that were their fault, stars that were mine,

Stars that cross the line, traveling up my spine.

Stars that will die, stars that disappear,

Stars that will be thrown out like a worn out spear.

June 15th 2022