Made of Stardust

Coffee cups on the kitchen table. Dead light stuck to the fridge with tape.

Ah. Scrolling through a cracked-up screen. Thinking this is all it takes.

Traffic hums like a tired engine. Rent's due and your hope feels thin.

You say, "Guess I'm just ordinary." But there's galaxies in your grin.

We're made of stardust in our skin. Old explosions burning in.

Every heartbeat, every breath we spin. We're made of stardust in our

skin. So when you say you're less than this. Remember what you're

made of, kid. Hand-me-down on your graduation. Secondhand gown,