everyone can walk farther on their kneecaps

There is something strangely cathartic about smearing Elmer's glue haphazardly onto paper stars and then accidentally glueing my fingertips together or dripping glue onto my knee

and then smooshing the gooey star into a pile of silvery glitter like little pointed disco balls hanging by strings overhead releasing little stars in a miniature meteor blizzard

the hand reaching to pluck them out of the seeping black galaxy is covered in a layer of metal

and the glitter that reaches my knee sticks like a cap bouncing light off in angles

later at night, when these prayer beds hit the floor I hope they shine through.