Orion
Orion.
The winter constellation.
Stellar.
I could:
Learn.
Not that it’s horrible to have my mind filled with grass clippings.
It’s not rare to be this way.
And they reminded me so.
Orion.
In the winter, he is visible.
Invincible.
I don’t think constellations even know about anything.
Just looks down and tattles on me.
Told my mom my future.
Toppled over, like my lips and drool.
Orion.
I wish I was such a constellation.
Who has hunting abilities.
Without even knowing what he’s hunting.
Yet he’s:
Stellar.
Typical.
Able.
And even though he’s in space, he’s more grounded than me.
In the winter, I may not be stellar.
Or typical.
Or able.
Or mystical.
I don’t have a story like Orion.
I just like strawberry ice cream.
Orion.
I bet he trips sometimes and somehow no one sees.
There’s a big thump out in the universe.
No one acknowledges it.
Grrrr….
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