TILLIE LOWE

I spilled the jar

(goddamn it)
and a constellation spilled
a shimmer-storm
a silver pop across my sheets.

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Somewhere a unicorn
shook out her mane
and left the leftovers here
star-dust, moon-dust
a little bit of myth.

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Now it follows me
glimmering in school light

on my notebook, my backpack
sparkling on my sleeve at noon
jumping from my hair.
 

Icarus got too close to the sun
I got too close to a glitter painting
and look how I’m glowing.

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Mess turned to magic
a trail of tiny jewel things
and once upon a times.

Tillie Lowe is a young writer from Wyoming, where she takes care of rabbits and reads when she can. She prefers silliness over the existential. This is her first publication.