By Jennifer Choi
when night falls,
the stars turn into transparent confessions.
if i pull hard on the white stripes lying on the ground,
the sleeping traffic lights light up,
& the swollen clouds split open.
the lies people spit out fall like sticky candy.
the noisy neighbors turn into a cane shop,
& the socks scattered in the sky
become shimmering fins.
impossible spells become real.
the stars run across the rooftops,
growing into colorful stars,
gathering lower than the slow yawns of stars,
lower than the secrets beneath my feet,
boasting new cries.
we each have our own peak,
& when we raise our toes & lick the ripe moon,
it feels like the lost tail is growing back,
& i hear someone walking on two legs for the first time.
people, trying to fall asleep,
dream of crawling on four legs.
like thickened shadows hiding behind each other,
countless stars become one,
growing bigger than heavy burdens,
& bigger than huge forests,
& are called the darkness of the world.