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Orion’s Belt
- Dec 28, 2025
- 1 min read
Last night I dreamt
the constellations were wrapped around my waist
Orion’s Belt
pressing into my hip bones.
Last night I dreamt
the constellations curved my back.
Printed into my chest.
I slept with the sky,
freckled
like the inside of your elbows.
I’ve been airborne
given way to gravity,
given in to gravity.
I was once lifted
by your gravity.
I was among the constellations once.
The constellations grieve, too.
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