everything else

the article said, half of our bodies come from the milky-way and I clutch the dwarf planet that is my belly. every roll, a rip in the space time continuum. every jiggle an astronauts sole mission. I stretch the constellation in my back and every spaceship finds its way home. then I remember I am still half bones, half blood. the supernova between my thighs just chaffing, the asteroids in my heels just callous. I want this body to feel two handed, yellow love and the burning of a heart that still exists.