Carefree, seeking pleasure, full of hormones,
bent on banter. Crashing towards, orbiting,
or straddling our fuel—no center. What
is gravity? Can’t hold us down, or back. Just

close. Won’t hold it in. Is it in? We’re
coming out! The air is clear out here. Breathe
in my exhale. I can feel your lungs rise, making
space for life—I’d share mine with you.