If Tears Could Talk
By: Cameron Atlas Chiovitti
When astronauts cry in the sky,
Their tears turn to Jell-O.
Stardust is only unwished powder.
My synthetic orange tongue anchors me in the sky.
I don’t know if anyone’s wished me better.
Only romantics tend to stargaze,
And it’s been years since we camped out on the fire escape.
When was the last time you promised someone the moon?
I’m gelatinizing with every cosmic chasm in my chest.
Can you hear this from your lovers’ arms?
Or are you sleepily marveling
At the sparkle spiraling to Earth?
If my body could slam into the ground,
All limbs and organs bursting-
A new sun in the kitchen sink-
I would already be gone.
Cameron Atlas Chiovitti, 24-year-old creative writing student at OCAD University, uses poetry to explore what it truly means to be human through the context of their experiences. Each poem is a safe space for their inner darkness to live, which they hope to extend to any reader looking to feel seen.