smoke from the chimney, log cabins on the moon
I carved a hollow place in the moon for you; I built a log cabin where a spaceship should be. When you arrive, you will never have to swallow the poison of oxygen – never be told to hold your breath.
The craters are good places to play. When you fall, Gravity won’t curse you. When you speak, the words will float into expansion and you will be heard across the universe.
We will build a home where love is not disrupted by satellite signals. You will understand what it is like to orbit something only beautiful from a distance. I will give you history books and religious texts
and teach you that fear is the murderer of millions. We will laugh at the lovers laying on blankets and staring at us, promising our home to one another.
When it is cold, we will burn rocket fuel but never tell ghost stories. We will vacation where the sun cannot pollute our skin cells. The arch of constellations will be meaningless
until we create our own shapes.