being irish means i'm superstitious because i'm pretty sure the inverse isn't the correct order. i order stars to give me wishes if they are the first ones i see. like a boss that tells their earliest employee to make the coffee and make it strong. i wish you'd think i'm pretty. i wish you'd see me on your shoulders. maybe i wish to no longer be without my body. i've been missing it and it misses me. sometimes i take pictures of it, and only through looking at them do i know it's there. you see this one, i have a new freckle on my thigh. i haven't been in the sun very much. sometimes i'm louder than sirens. i'm sitting on rocks and they hurt as waves burn my ankles into stones. i wish you'd want to hold me, hold me back. but my freckles tell me the tears and wishes and green isn't over. no, it's all just starting.