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Poetry: Excerpts from space girl dreams of home/finds it in you (playlist-in-verse) by Dynas Johnson2/22/2021 By Dynas Johnson 1. ok2222- space travels i was alone for a long long time time was measured by how far i moved from earth the abyss revealed to me hauntings and tears in space that i would find myself falling through over and over again i was a fugitive from everything including myself home was a bedtime story and i couldn’t fall asleep there were days of travel when silence was both dreamcatcher and dream-eater my body the size of a moment my essence the stuff of stars except where i was from i was only waste matter you were the first to show me that blackness was not death that it’s not an it that she is alive and moving and full of more planets than i ever learned to look for 4. snail's house - pluie i’ve never seen Them on earth before when i was small my friends and i would try to invoke Their spirit we’d bring blue pop and cheddar fries as offerings we’d dance around in the pews while our mothers and fathers rolled across the floor we’d sing and cry out before we knew what we were doing but we knew that we must save ourselves somehow we offered our skin as evidence of our lineage of broken bones our souls as smashed jars full of broken fireflies and the voices of our parents telling us don’t go too far come back before dark it’s not safe though they never told us why we knew more than they thought we did though we played in the playground past sunset and ran the streets we knew early that we were surrounded on all sides and that few of us would make it out we offered our souls as smashed jars of fireflies when we couldn’t get answers when we were told to excavate ourselves some left some stayed others found mother asked her to give us souls made of stars because we knew that fireflies only come around in the summer when we are closest to the sun but that’s when most of us die if we could be constellations we’d never have to wait for a season we’d never have to wait for the sun we’d never have to wait again all they tell us to do is wait all we ever knew was waiting 5. kenshi yonezu- orion
in the middle of the universe a black child traveled to find the origin of her blackness punctured by pens that aspired to redirect an entire star-system into their own unmaking in the crossroads of invisibility and scrutiny she called out to Them and watched the space ripple like a hand-swept ocean she called out to Them and asked Them many questions she couldn’t hear Them could only look for signs and follow amongst the asteroids dwarf stars and the vacuum of loneliness she searches for the one that will show her where her constellation is she searched for a long long time
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