Of Stars, Sleep, and Anxiety

This Fall building off of last Fall
Indirectly but still
With more to worry about
As breathing is harder
By just enough
And I can't sleep on my back
And I never could
I love you but I can't sleep
And you don't love me you are sleeping
While that anxious thought
Stays longer than it should
Until it and my love and unrest
Dissolve with dreams of you and sunlight.

The sky has no stars
But is a solid orange-purple canopy
Heavy with secondhand lights
Too soft too see through in their multitude
Being the whole of the sky
Tasting of us, that little bit of us
Sleep while the sky hangs solid
No room for stars save the sun
Whose light we defer to.