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An Open Letter to an Aerospace Engineer

Another poem about space, because my love for you is astronomical.

By Janice MontecilloPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Don’t tell me

That love is easier than rocket science

That somehow throwing an object into space isn’t comparable to throwing the biggest vehicle of love into the most beautiful thing in your life

I’m talking like...

Love at first flight

Like...

Love at first

Kind of hurts

And you never get it on the first try

And you would know every rocket varies in size

I wanna tell you that mine looks like the sunrise

And I wanna tell you that yours look like the planets

And I wanna tell you that I always want you to be around

And together, we look like Kepler’s 1st Law.

But this isn’t a love poem

If it were,

I’d remind you that the only space I want to exist between us is the space bar.

Like hey, I'm only a message away;

I’d tell you that everytime you verbalize,

You control+V every butterfly into my stomach

And my palms, they start to cry

And my heart, it multiplies

And I just control+Y, control+Y, control+Y

So I never have to say...“Bye”

And this isn’t a love poem

But I wanna see your eyes before I see your dick size

Nothing has to maximize or minimize lengthwise

Cause I just want to talk

About the Big Bang without having to actually do the Big Bang

Tell me about the Milky Way before you show me your Milky Way

Space is the sexiest thing to exist

And giving space is even sexier.

But see, this isn’t a goddamn love poem!

I don’t remember buying a star

But

If I were to take you apart,

Limb by limb

I imagine

I would uncover

Stardust, asteroids, and cheetos

Find the rest of Pluto taped under your eyelids

Black holes lining the suggestion lines of your lips

Aurora’s on the dirt under the nails of your fingertips

All billing the receipt of how I fell

I just ask that you put every kiss on my tab

Don’t bill me for my hugs, they come with the purchase

Which is to say

I have never been closer to space than I am now

To know everything and nothing all at once

For you, to be able to give me the biggest headache

Heartache

Backache

While simultaneously reminding me of what it looks like for Cupid to hit bulls-eye;

Reminding me what my heart feels like riding a bike without training wheels for the first time;

What it feels like for this rocket to take flight.

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Janice Montecillo

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