I Eat The Stars: A Poem For Recovering Your Voice

I eat the stars
Bright white and foreign
Sharp
Electric

I am not used to such
Exuberance in my esophagus

The twinkling
Is a fire
Like no other

A perfect jolt for my restless and long-silenced
Voice

I eat the stars
Those crunchy
Truth-tellers
Creating small explosions in my mouth

Reminding me that I have taste buds for a reason
Those detectors of the delicious

Awake now and demanding once again
That I bite into something juicy and salivating

I eat the stars
And for days
I am literally
On
Fire

I tell you this
As I run shrieking and streaking with delight
The heat is simply too much for my regular attire

I eat the stars
Bright white and foreign

So that I can remember
What it was like to be alive
In the heavens

Shining hope
Into the darkness
Of a deep black night