El Universo

I began making phone calls
To the universe like
Cosmic room service to prove
That god exists and I am within her.
Requesting small tips like:
Yellow t-shirts
Birds in flight
The late giggles of little boys in Spain
The stranger who told me
In caramel accents
That I was beautiful
That maybe we could be together.
I smiled into his
Constellation of teeth to say
I am alone, but this world
is overwhelmed with generosity.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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