What’s the worth of stardust?
I wonder when I gather your plate,
your phone, your Pikachu key chain
and everything else you’ve hurled,
smashed, broken. I gave up on sorries
and glue; instead crumble them like cookies;
crush and ground them in my mortar
like toasted fennel and coriander seeds.
All the things around here are made
of the same worthless powder: your vase,
your pop group poster, your girl.
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This poem first appeared in Eye Flash Poetry – BREAK – pocket poetry pamphlet, October 2020
