She shot down the stars with rubber bands.
She tried to cath them in her hands.
The stars- they fell too fast
In wanting to make it last,
She froze into a sculpture of herself.
She wanted something beautiful,
but she see’s now that nothing’s beautiful.
Art is still beautiful,
and everything is art.
She gathered the stars up off the street and put them in a blender.
She was visible in white light completely broken.
She mixed the stars with tea to make a drink.
She swallowed it down, she swallowed it down
You stupid whore, just fucking swallow.
She wanted to be beautiful.
Sometimes it hurts to much to think.
She threw it all back up into a dirty kitchen sink.