An Open Letter to an Aerospace Engineer
Another poem about space, because my love for you is astronomical.
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.
About the Creator
Janice Montecillo
in it with love
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