i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me     by Stephen Michael McDowell _____________________ uuuuum i am an insurmountable task assigned by a suburban landscaper to build a machine unwilling to self-assess any aspect of what it was built to do so it tramples the desires of unknowable people jokingly and with, um, reckless abandon, i guess you are the opposite of this an unknowable future you squeeze the light from wild, personal wastelands i didn't think you would be that good at this job _____________________ >