starfall farm

had my last party on my farm this past saturday night. it’s the last time we’re all gonna be together before a lot of us head off to our freshman years at college. even though quite a few of us are gonna be going to the same school, it was still bittersweet to watch so many friends go off as well as to leave a good handful behind at our old high school. i love them all so so much. 

starfall farm

sweat and salt, 

writhing bodies, bright orange

silicon bong going around— 

smoke in your eyes doesn’t hide

the moon, nor the perfectly unhidden 

meteor shower. watch it in a drunken

stupor, reach up and grab a star — 

make every friend kiss it 

with their beer-stained lips, 

shove it in your pocket

and let it heat your blood forever.

you can read all my poetry at aryllsappreciations.neocities.org !