that kisses its spine good-bye.
I counted backwards and my bones became hollow
I steered a shuttle with no space for pins or needles
sometimes chasing weightlessness is the only way
to keep your blood blitzing, to remember the
years you spent writing out equations,
whispering promises to cramped book spines,
answering barbed questions, remembering
you're the first
and sitting up straighter.
I raced against the rest with
no sir, not a single tear shed
Danny Dunn turned anti-gravity cartwheels in my dreams
and there was no divide
my interstellar medium, X-ray visions and Canadarm arm
shot me straight up
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