binding and skies

we are superior beings whose thoughts transcend time.
we are night dancers
grass growers
leaf blowers
dog showers.
if you were a constellation
you'd be libra
because who knows what the hell that thing is anyway?
and you're so mysterious
if you were a book
you'd be some sort of weird treasury of short stories
that nobody understood
but everybody owned anyway
because it looked good on their shelves
and they could lie about reading it
because no one else actually had.
slut.