These are not real stars in my pocket,
though with those days between piece and fold
gone, I thank whatever keeps me from
merely floating on surfaces. A position

I slept in left no mark. Only possessions in bold
can be spotted in this space. Stakes risen higher than
mine: jackstone, glitter shadow, Pan Am tote,
dreamcatcher pendant, powder-blue Wedgewood –

I might be there again. Landed feeling full of pines
once, in front of an ocean. I wrote right away –
almost totems also framed every cranny
I squatted by. An Our Lady encased in a meter,

Barbie sitting on a wooden pony like
a diving ledge. Bananas swing on a minibus
until I hear the dunes before waves, and a likely
story is no hard alts will happen for a while.