we are all just stars that have people names

by Yoon P., 18

I’d steal the stars to hang them in your room.
I’d pluck Orion’s arrow out of the sky
And paint you across miles of constellations.
You’d say mind the tip and I’d dull my edges for you.
You’d ask draw me the sky and I’d map your face
Because your upper lip is Aries’ golden fleece
And your freckles are Neptune’s 14 moons.
If nobody wrote stories about your stars I’d make them
Beautiful over Andromeda’s name. You’d say you make me
Sound like I was a hero; I’d say but you were mine—
I’d weave your constellation onto strings
Made from the taste of peaches tenderly plucked
From moonlight lips only
If you’d let me.

They say the dead shine brightest
When they are remembered;
How I’d hang the stars for people to remember
Your name.

Seoul, South Korea