I. THE STARS DON'T ALIGN
{FIRST LETTER TO CARTER}
have you ever noticed, carter
how the stars aren't straight?
they are sprinkled with a generous hand
just like the freckles on your nose
the stars don't align, and neither do you,
but that's okay to me, carter.
do you remember me, alice?
no capital a
because i'm not important
i am not a proper noun
and i never will be
YOU ARE READING
every rose will die
Poetry❝every rose has a thorn.❞ through poetry alice tries to get over carter and carter tries to explain. / completed as of 8.16.17 /
