When the real star died and fell, I knew the others for tricks,
trompes l’oeil on the insides of eyelids. But it was no trick
when that star larger than sky fell out of my sky,
shock of arc, then black. My son has chest pains again. I thought
we were past this. When he was a child it was easy to hold
his hand all night so he wouldn’t die—
we were past this. When he was a child it was easy to hold
his hand all night so he wouldn’t die—
