Leaving and Returning
When I was sixteen, I hung up a tapestry on my wall
It would be more precise to say that when I was sixteen I tie-dyed a sheet, renamed it tapestry
And hung it up on my wall
It was rainbow
And the patterns were a little messy and blended together
It hung and billowed when I made my bed below it
And I looked at it every night before bed
It remind me of stars.
I left it behind but I remember its constellations.
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