Don’t let yourself

f l o a t a w a y

to the moon,

or you’ll miss

the flowers

your feet that bloom.

under

up and up

or keep going

gouge your eyes

on the lunar thorns

s

i

n

k

into every crater-filled petal

wear yourself out, kid

scratch your head on the stars

scorch this dry earth,

write something sweet,

be something bitter,

soak up the sun,

shade every inch of this

rotting globe,

never take advice from anyone

who dies

and doesn’t float off