Stars Aren’t Made of You

Although wouldn’t that be gruesome,
Enough flesh packed to start fusion?

You and stars are metaphors both,
And metaphors are only made

Of more metaphors. Well, okay,
They do take material form.

Sounds, signs, codes—material things.
But you’re the metaphor you bring

To delight in finding again.
Oh, look, these rotated wedges

Mean the heavens, sky, or a star!
No they don’t. That’s your metaphor.