Shape

These stars won't abandon us.

Retrato de los Ninos Andrea and Lorenzo Villaseñor (1956) by Remedios Varo

We decide what shape to take, inside your mouth I become a tiny tree, inside my head you become a reptile made of light, inside my hands the potential of your days swells into a cloudburst, inside your eyes my disappointment with the ordinary catches fire and explodes.

Let’s not gr…