we said that we were gonna hold hands with the moon
touch each other’s craters and get used to the feeling of no gravity
as we loved as there could be no love
like all this training to be an astronaut was worth it
when we finally set foot onto the stars
we said that growing up in a down-to-our-knees neighborhood was not gonna stop our dreams
and as kids we didn’t think much of our parents turning off the news as we walked in,
of the fact that those big guys in the corners of our streets carried guns
it was easy as breathing to dream, to make rockets
out of the grass that we ran on, and chariots out of the 15 year old cars our fathers drove, too old and broke to buy new ones
when we got older, the three of us, we promised that we would always look after the stars
we said that geography would not limit us, that we could always still see the moon
and while Snapchat and lip-gloss, short-skirts and hair curlers crawled into our lives like spiders, we said that we would touch that night sky we always looked at each night
we were young and yet still tired, and as that old car got replaced and the houses redone,
as the neighborhood seeped back into the distance
and people grew colder, warmer, then forehead burning hot
we stopped dreaming about the stars and started dreaming about sloppy kisses and condoms
because who could ever love the moon?
we traded our imaginary friends for a screen, our pink walls for grey ones, our bff necklaces for jewelry that matched our hair
we said that we were gonna skip off with the planets
but we got caught up in the nothingness of this one.
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