Bambi + Stars

She asks why my job is my job
and like a fish we never bought
I say “job job job job” but
can you help me?
and her head tilts further until
she flops over, belly to the sun
and I see my calling
so I rub rub rub rub but
won’t be paid until later
and she will be bountiful with
kisses, her licks like silk paper
and I follow those trails to my dreams
until morning when her alarm wakes me
telling me I have to pee

⭘ ⭘ ⭘ ⭘ ⭘

Celestial calendars are egregious
how dare they try to plot the
majesty of the universe down
spittled between an X and Y axis
then THEN the audacity of their small minds
ready to be distracted by the next
wonder they box up,
they take the map they have made
of the known universe
and they fold it
Fold it in half and again to fit into a drawer!
Just bending the universe
over itself to be sheltered away
in total darkness.

That drawer
exists for you to find
full of starlight
you must never stop
opening the drawers
to find it