When Stars Collide

Kelty Jones

a series collection of star-blanched nights easy-earned time on a first-come high we savor each stroke of intangible luck ostensibly in our favor.

we forget where we are the precipice of who we long to belong to as we blonde and blush the sea-spent days away searching for a way to calm our mind a million of a kind overreaching, underdressed, anticipating eternal restlessness and we find it here suppressed as spontaneity finds its way out we shed our self-doubt in the light and preside over a desirable front of who we dare to dream we are is it not endless, the time we have? are we somehow defenseless, in this sea of glittered vengeance revving our engines, reaping our freshly-sewed dresses breathing the borrowed time of our life? ten-proof tears on our sunroof smiles as we glide down dance halls, grasping for air as we tumble through fresh-cut glass and stare down the stars.