I sketched out the constellations in my notebooks and knew the name of every star / and when mom was home / and wasn’t busy / we’d lay on the driveway and look at the sky at night until the / light pollution wrapped it up and hid it away.
Journal of Consciousness, Literature, and Art
I sketched out the constellations in my notebooks and knew the name of every star / and when mom was home / and wasn’t busy / we’d lay on the driveway and look at the sky at night until the / light pollution wrapped it up and hid it away.