Constellations -- poetry by E.J. Carnegie
While talking of two years ago,
we lie and watch the moon;
your tired eyes are blinking quick,
my mom wants me home soon.
The concrete cracks under our feet,
looks so different at night.
You throw a rock at sewer grates,
we run from motion lights.
You tell me of the constellations—
I never thought you smart.
I get home late with muddy jeans,
and look up at the stars.
E.J. Carnegie is a young writer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. While their main focus is in poetry, she also writes fiction, creative nonfiction, drama, and screenplays.