Crocheted in the dark
with a can of silly string
the greasy thread shimmered
so much for stars
these planes are slightly better
its a moving constellation
while spinning in ellipses
and drinking from the big dipper.
So many eyes peeping freely
the lies are warm
in the midst of volcanoes
and we've not sacrificed enough,
not a pound of flesh
or broken heart
will change the blinking satellites.