Ever since I was little
I had the habit of
Liking over-honeyed tea
We wrapped our hands around the
Mugs and held them close to our faces
To warm our cheeks and noses
We breathed in the dust that fell from the stars
As you walked us down the night-fallen street
And pointed out the Big Dipper
You showed me your green-coded
Pictures of nebulas
And taught me to cry galaxies
So when I’m older
I can wear the universe on my face
