the astronaut wishes on the stars
but I will never know what for
with his Apple TV and electric bike
there really isn't nothing more
he seems to need inside his pod
though maybe if he found his bag
of freeze-dried ice cream
that would be AMAZING
he thinks and lights a cigarette

while I share bottles of red wine
with guys who write instead of break
in bars that I wish played some jazz
the astronaut is in his bed
he dreams about his mother dying
and wakes up to a long weekend
of deforesting consciousness
because he cannot see the pain

and when he crashes
I will take him in 
and put him in my bed
and I will go and watch TV
and think, how lucky can he be? 
and he will wake and do the dishes
cleaner than I can
and kiss me deeper than I know
and lifting off 
no spark, no friction
I will watch him go