Every once in a while my mother asks about my love life.
‘’Why can’t you be with one of these nice men?’’
They’re not from my same star.
‘’That ex really messed you up, didn’t he’’
No, mother. He helped me discover the stars.
‘’It was the other one, I knew he wasn’t good for you!’’
He merely showed me the distance between stars. I’m thankful
for it.
‘’Why can’t you get closer to one, see how it goes?’’
I can’t leave my star. My star is what I’m made of.
‘’So then, is there anyone in sight??’’
There is. He respects my mind.
‘’What’s the problem then??’’
I think he’s from a neighbor star.
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