sun
yesterday i cried,
welped selfishly for myself, and no one else.
not a sister, not a father, and not
a chum.
i was the sun with no planets circling it
bar the few notes of centrically
self-centered allowances.
yesterday i cried,
and selfishly begged and pleaded to allow gravity opaque.
to draft myself and the fat demon
perched on twinkle toes’s girly shoulders
because both of us knew
i could never be six again