Plastic Planets

August 3, 20171 min read

When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. When I was in middle school, I was afraid of how big and vast space is. To combat both of those fears, I stuck up about 3-packs worth of glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. Recently, I’ve been looking at them for more than just comfort; unfortunately, stickers don’t talk back to you. This is a poem about being lonely and looking to stars for answers

I hold the galaxy on my ceiling.

A collection of stars and planets




Every time I blink.


After my brother went off to college, I started sleeping in his room when mine filled to the brim with emotions

And got too stuffy.

The bad part though,

His room doesn’t have stars on the ceiling.

I don’t like looking up and meeting darkness.


The stickers never move, but I see a different picture every night.


On good nights, I focus on the brightest stickers of stars and planets that rest above my head.

On bad nights, I focus on the empty spots that haven’t been filled with the galaxy yet.


Sometimes I wonder if they ever will be.

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Celia Lipton

Poet, musician, LGBT+, dog enthusiast, among other things