Vega
Arcturus
The space station overhead
47 degrees
Passing just above the North Star
There’s no tightness in my chest
But I’ve prioritized so many things
It’s like handing guns out in a circle
And hoping someone will kiss me, not shoot
In the hot water
Leaning back
There’s the station
What rooms do they move in
When they sleep, do they float
What adventures do they have
That we’ll never know
There are other worlds than these
There are so many mountains I want to climb
There are so many valleys I’d like to build a home inside
We grow the greener grass, after all
I know this, I know this
I imagine the grass purple, pink, and blue
Come back to the ground, little one
You can touch the clouds and the dirt
At the same time
I promise to show you how
With Love,
Natalie