Their fractured stories
Sprawl out
Into constellations
Shattered chairs
And beds
And bones
Slivers
In the black of night
Dust to dust
Stars to stars
They hope the universe
Is more forgiving
There are no borders
Up in space
Life is boundless
More gentle
In between
The craters of the moon
There are no lines drawn
No walls built
With too many edges
Tic tac toe
They play in the dirt
Practicing
Making good
Of bleeding feet
Men bundled to women
Up there
No one will pry
Their brother’s pudgy fingers
Grasping
They can live
Amongst the stars