i went to space camp while you stayed home because your mom said no & (the stars fell like sugar cubes melting in your lemonade) i pressed saturn’s rings into a postcard mailed it from the far side of my heartbeat (but distance is not measured in miles only in how loud your name is inside my head) & you sat (backyard astronaut) counting fireflies like tiny failed launches—while i spun, tetherless, inside a tin-can universe where everything hummed but nothing touched
