You Are The Sun
By STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS Let’s play the Universe game. I’ll be a star cloud because that’s what your presence reduces me to. A mass of luminosity and in those moments, I’m impossible to measure mathematically. Not with the naked eye, anyway. It’s simpler than that: you say my name and I’ll glow. You can be the North Star, burning bright and hot. You’re Polaris because you stand...