The sky is cutting beveled diamonds in my dreams again. I swear it’s the stars, but the jagged edges graze my fingers and I begin to bleed. If only I can take one. I’d sell it for some money and wonder how something so small can be worth so much. Worth so much. Worth so much. What’s worth so much to you? After all, I can trick the sky into crying for me- rain storms washing away the pavement. Heaving branches into tree trucks. Watch as it screams my name- begging to find me. And if you’re lucky enough to live above the clouds then you’ll live forever. The hurricane feels like a dream until you wake up and see puddles on the floor. I’m telling the truth, I promise. You promise. We promise. It’s just another storm. So when you look up and blink twice, understand that the openings in the sky aren’t what you may think. I’m bandaging wounds on my fingertips every night. The sky is cutting beveled diamonds in the sky again. AMT