nights, weekends, dreams, fantasies, nightmares
they're all there, dusty and clean, different colored
curves and the Moon and even Eugene Cernan
has joined the ride on the poster that is flying
with me to Massachusetts.
we'll hang out together, my poster and me
with butterflies and pins, bottles of dust for
show and tell, dust that doesn't stick and
dust that does, it'll be fun speaking French
and Arabic, German and Italian, Russian
and English and Science and Wine and
Naps when we get a break mid-day and
I will snore in my little dorm room hoping
no one is listening.
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