“Glass Dust Constellations”
Buffed out to sip,
a thumb raced over the rim-
pint glass restored.
Swept glass particles
into my palm like icicles
falling from the eaves.
Brushed it all to the bottom
of an empty black trash bag to form
constellations from clusters of glass dust
I wondered for a moment
if that trash bag was a diorama
of the sky that night but recalled:
someone had said it was cloudy out,
the kind of night the sky is three
feet above your head.
— featured in the chapbook “EdotGdot”