She's Got Stars in Her Hands

She's got purple flowers
On her desk
Next to the photos
Of her kids

She's got an Eiffel Tower paperweight
To remind her how light
Her dreams are

She's got clear eyes
That's not where she keeps the stars
She keeps them in her hands
She keeps them in her hands

She's got tire marks
On the back of her heels
Where she braked too fast
And got away anyway

She's got Oreos for lunch
And spare change if she needs it
Not that change
Gets you far these days

She's got a cat back home
But she can't bring it here
Because she doesn't have time
To take care of more than herself
And sometimes even that's a chore

She's got stars in her hands
All kept up in her hands

She's got seashells on her dresser
And twisters on her tongue
And earrings shaped like rabbits
And luck shaped like drums

A stuffed animal from a carnival
Some boy won her when she was twelve
And a 'Best Halloween Costume' trophy
That she bought at a yard sale and keeps on a shelf

She's got a ceiling full of cracks
And a sky full of planes
And a garden with nothing in it
But limited growth potential charts

But she doesn't care
Cause she knows where the stars are
They're all safe
In her hands