Space Boy
tiny fists reach up towards the night sky and
he wants to touch them, touch the stars,
gather them like glowing seashells in his palms
and let them warm his chest on cold nights
the tangle of cool circuitry weaves under
his skin and metal and flesh become one
lifting him up higher and higher and it’s
close enough to burn in the sun
the only lover Space Boy knows is the cosmos,
shaped like rosy bouquets and valentine
chocolates from the store down the street
he recites equations for relativity like poetry
love notes in glass bottles are thrown
into the sky, but shatter at his feet