Cosmic Conceit
misdemeanored
By Harper LewisPublished about 7 hours ago • Updated about 7 hours ago • 1 min read
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Suppose I hadn’t come before,
never disturbed the cosmic plane
by existing, never grabbed a comet
by the tail, never threw stardust
over matte confetti: scraps
of paper without ink
over complaints
about glitter. Would you be more?
Courage.
I didn’t take it from you—
you never had anything worth stealing,
framing me for
larceny
when everyone knows
I’m a jewel thief.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (2)
Love it. Has so many jagged edges!
Ah, I love this one! The terrific irony and that Voice of yours. The evocative questions just linger and then--bang!--the ending so inversive.