Melissa Broder

The sky told me nothing about myself

The stars told me nothing about myself

Jupiter gave me zero

Except that I am dust

Which is a lot to go on

But not enough to stop the death

Where are we going to live?

I said to my unknown self

When one of us is dead

She did not say

But opened up a curtain

Where her silence lived

And I went behind the curtain

And laid my skeleton down

I lay in silence as she stroked my tired head

And then I heard a roaring crowd

And knew that I had been onstage

And knew that I was good
from the book SUPERDOOM / Tin House
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