When the exosphere burns across the sky
With interstellar contrails
Skipping through our well
Will we entice them to stop a while
With cheap buffets
Under cold lights
So we can empty their pockets
Or set a chair next to the fire
For journeyed travelers to rest upon
With want for nothing but companionship
Away from lonely dark and cold

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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