I HAVEN’T MASTURBATED IN FIVE DAYS FOR FEAR OF CRYING

                        after Tadeusz Dąbrowski

Forgive me but I’m not an astronomer

We’re two stars in space

Imagine we’re getting dimmer or brighter whichever means that we’re moving further apart

My star-self doesn’t know how to stop moving

You’re becoming harder & harder to see with my star eyes

I don’t know how to pull you closer

My star-self wanders looking for you with my star heart

You get sucked into a different universe’s atmosphere

Do universes have atmospheres or is that just planets

My ignorance annoys me

I yell & yell your name with my star voice hoping that in this time-space continuum you’ll hear me

Do stars have voices

Is there sound in space