handy feet

curiosity mandates

to look up at the stars

rather than one’s feet

but real curiosity is knowing

that one’s feet were once stars

and look how up they can go

if only you learn to stand on your hands

in ways stars never could

*

i bring the sounds

left behind

like dust that were

once echoes of being

into the bed with me

laying there sideways

ear pressed to your side

but hearing nothing

save for my pulse

which i suppose

made you leave

for it was always too loud

*

i think of all the world’s

that were and wear

in me

and i doubt anyone

will ever fully comprehend

the space i have inside

that is never empty

and yet still

wanting more from the universe