Everything we see is dead
stars
       skin
	     hair,
A smile takes light years to 
reach the retina,
From You to Me
is a galaxy,
An undulating aquarium
of inhabited planets
and milky ways,
Black holes loom in corners
of folded space,
We unfold that space
like a picnic blanket,
Smooth it cleanly over 
the embankment of the moon
and dine on the delicacies of
what we deem to be alive.

BIO: Steph Patterson (she/her) is a poet from Delaware. She’s got #biwifeenergy, is secretly part fae, and a big fan of the spooky season. She lives with her husband, two kids, and cat. She spends her time creating magic with words, dreaming up ways to smash the patriarchy, and rewriting old fairy tales. You can find her on instagram: @spatterspoetry