My Astronauts

Searching in the void that does not look like us

searching in the void

 

in the galaxy

in the void

 

Satellite machines and metronome beats

Your pale blue stardust eyes

 

and whispering hands

A game of cards

 

some rule about the Queen of Hearts

that sounds something like home

 

with an outlandish twist

and lingers

 

from word to

word

 

The first planetary movement

The shifting of something new

 

I have always longed

to land on some Prussian blue Neptune

 

engulfed by the rain shower

of diamonds

 

and comets

My body dissolving

 

into the changed gravity, new laws

I am like the Queen now

 

traveling above at the speed of sound

eyelashes spreading out the stars

 

bones riding atop asteroids

blood circling around Saturn

 

hair part of the solar flares

Go further

 

Go further

into the galactic void

 

tap the Milky Way with an index finger

and start it turning faster

 

Those black holes are coming for us

my astronauts

 

gaping maw of black ink

swirling throughout the void

 

don’t be frightened

Alive in nothing, we are

 

Alive in our cramped, no-gravity

card games

 

Your fingers and cool skin

rubbing the Queen’s angelic face

 

over and over again

in the void