So many stars here the dizziness overcomes the solitude, the solution becomes the problem it pretends to solve. I stare up at these stars and gasp into the telephone, ear on the other end listening, mouth on the other end speaking truths and powers and hours unfolded but not simple origami like our most individual of souls. Alone but for my breath, my heart foolishly following my tongue and taste deep down into those dishes I never dreamed of cooking but laid love upon like hands hungry for hollow fame.