spaceship in a bottle tweezer me towards the moon. i take a length of twine & use it to dangle my own stars. fixing them from bits of teeth-light. the bottle was a shipwreck. frosted from salt-breathed water. a mermaid once cradled the object like a child then, left it go in favor of a shell. my desires for space are not neon or even canvas. they are handfuls. melon water & pinched raspberries. a thumb in a box of chocolates. i have never needed air before. in the depth of space i might even see a comet call me "brother." i have so much rock & rupture ready in me. when i was a girl i would climb up on my roof & challenge celestial bodies to boxing matches. take bruises all across my skin. every burst vessel a brief nebula. in the bottle i place the cockpit & then build the ship around. red sides. glass window. fuel enough to light the whole year on fire. set the craft on my bedstand & instruct it not to leave without me. i'm waiting for myself to go miniature. it's only a matter of days now. i can already feel my lungs shrinking to the size of grape. i have lived sweety on this surface. soon i will go. bottle & all into the darkest evergreens & homemade stars.