They said I talk like I swallowed the sky,
like stars slip from my mouth
when I'm not looking.

But I never noticed.

I was too busy counting cracks
on sidewalks,
too busy hiding the sparkle
I thought didn't belong.

Turns out,
I was made of glittering things.
Not loud, not showy,
just soft-spark stardust
in messy hair
and tired eyes.

And maybe,
that's magic too.