on the top level of the rocket ship at rocket ship park

poetry

the five of us
crammed into that small space
which would be the
first to hit the sun, if launched

when you said

in heaven
let’s meet back here

and although
none of us believed
then in such a juvenile conception
of heaven
there was something pleasant
about wrapping ourselves in that fluffy fiction
and composing our own
epilogue.

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