space camp

in the summer, i built a planet 
inside my mouth where i traveled to be
an astronaut. ate nothing but fruit roll-ups
& planted picnic tables to visit in my chest.
in the house everyone walked around 
with telescopes for eyes. my parents saw 
nebula but not mice or moths. 
in the neighborhood i once knew a boy who had been 
to the sun & a girl who burried venus in her yard.
i kept my celestial to myself. a ladder reached
from my yard to the moon. there, alone, i pretended 
to be sitting among fellow travelers.