planets don't talk about their feelings

I thought the planet Neptune was powerful,

blue and heavenly

The Sun still leashes it up

and walks it like a dog

Tonight, an unfamiliar earring on your nightstand

stops me in my tracks.

I say nothing,

I crawl into your bed

While you snore,

The moon colors me silver

like the hook of the earring

like the tag on a dogs collar

I can't sleep, I roll over

I wrap my arms around you

-written by Erin Doyle

Willow photographed by Joseph Boyle

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