in solitude we speak

in my kitchen at midnight i’m making friends with the stars
spiraling above my head, glow-in-the-dark
pasted on the outstretched arms of the spinning ceiling fan
by the forgotten previous tenants of a home we’ll leave soon
all the lights are off, and i am alone
alone with the circling streaks of luminescent childhood wonder
i spin with them, dizzy dancing in the dark
and remember the bliss of nighttime isolation
drink the ebony, feast upon silence
and delight in the company of myself
             and myself,
                           and myself

About the author

Matthan Slith (he/they) is a nonbinary masculine individual happily living with their nonbinary masculine partner. By day they work as a community mental health counselor who specializes in working with queer and neurodivergent populations. They have a passion for writing and poetry, especially in breathing life into the worlds and characters in their head.