living telescope 

all the gumball planets to chew on.
i wait here as if i might pull the infinite 
into the living room. meat balls for dinner. 
my father stands at the window talking 
about world war two generals.
mars is wearing her clip-on earrings 
& jupiter is a wedding cake. tonight,
i am just a boyhood inside a girlhood. 
putting a tiara on pluto. the galaxy is trans like me 
in the sense that everything keeps eating itself. 
my father takes out his eyes to roll them as dice.
planet-x pupils. pulpit of dead stars. i listen. 

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