My cars and my belly scars,
My lashes and leggings and longing,
Boots, buttons and bangles,
My thighs and my thyroid,
For me are no matter.
My Garden, my Children, my Partner and my Mother,
These are the stars I see and the stars I seek,
They glow and flicker,
only long enough to know a sliver,
Of what they mean and what they’ve meant.
My Stars and I together,
We’ve seen and sent,
Received and bereaved.
No, never my cars and belly scars,
I only have eyes for my sweet flickering Stars.
~Siobhan K. Burke