you breathe too much for something so small

you swallow pills
as if you were
catching moons
between your lips

and i am convinced
that this collapsed bone
structure of yours is a
constellation, because only stars
can twist so much
and somehow still be poetic

but i wonder which is colder:
the winter sky or the cover
i want to hide your halfhearted eyes


because your arms stretch like the universe
and make me irrelevant