how unearthly
she is at times.
cool
and distant,
aloof as any
celestial object
that shines
but can't be
reached, although
none of that
keeps you from
trying. each day
you build on
the ship that might
take you
there. the wrinkled
plans of
your desire laid
out on the table
with coffee
stains, and the sweat
of your
anxious hands.
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