me, too

or the formally preferred: I, too–– would like to write a poem

to be placed inside a rocket blasting off into space.

a space poem, a rocket poem, a poem written for the young

Seven Sisters, a poem for the grieving veil of the Crab

to keep it company on cold, lonely nights.

it'll be a poem for deepest space, a poem better suited for the blindness

of an endless dark, matter less, senseless, save for the panting of emptiness

to find fulfillment, a poem of ever being but never quite seaming.

my poem will be a slow moving poem taking its time hitching a ride

in a fast machine, a poem of wanting and forever longing. that’ll be my poem.

it'll be a love poem.