Feel like a star out of place? Maybe a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit just right? Travel into the night with Imposter Syndrome
Poem By Francis Luo
As if a dream the next piece
clicks into place You are the jigsaw
puzzle all your traits achievements
and convictions scatter into a hazy portrait
The image blinks softly for a moment
beneath the lamplight
All of a sudden
the frogs
are everywhere croaking in some
warbly chorus And you
the conductor waving your spindly arms
around as if they direct the motions of the stars
The planets whisper to you like old
friends Now I cast myself to
the heavens
and the earth
like a letter folded into a paper airplane trying to find
its address
In the thick night
my taillight is blinking and all you see:
a false star