Star.

Star.

Ulises Vargas 

February 14, 2025.

I won’t stagger over nothing;

won’t stutter for nobody. 

Can’t shake me down;

Can’t size me up. 

Real upper-echelon:

your bummy friends 

don’t see how we do it here. 

Some designer dresses me, 

and some god possesses me. 

Some girl despises me, 

but her friends desire me. 

Dazzling ice everywhere; 

dancing eyes lost in the sight. 

Stylish. 

Elegant.

Drowning. 

Heaven-sent, 

and god wept. 

Not a man, but a master–

making plays like Oscarly actors. 

Here in theory, 

but I seem off in another galaxy. 

Take and they miss. 

Make hits like swish. 

A life you don’t know; 

A life you need. 

Come here. 

I know you want to. 

If you haven’t already, 

then you can fall for me now–

fall for my stardom. 

Wish upon the shooting star, 

and maybe I’ll align the night

so you may be a star, too. 

You used to dream of me, 

then dreamed when you met me. 

Wouldn't you like 

to live in a dream, too? 

Come here. 

I know you want to. 

Bite the apple. 

Savor its thirsted sweetness.  

A star. 

More gracious than it all. 

Not even galaxies apart  

would your light ever 

shine brighter than mine.