There was once a girl I knew
Named Aphrodite—but not her
—Who grew wings like an angel 
And took flight from the ground 
Of her white home planet,
Venus to Earth's pale blue Moon.

She wasn’t discontent with her life,
Though people like to say that;
A misunderstood product of her
Kins trauma and mistakes.
She merely wanted to see
The stars shine not just at night.

She knows upon liftoff she’s not
Gonna make it all 109 days…
She only brought enough food
For about fifty or sixty, because she
Knew this would be the last
Of her very few travels.

And when she made it out past 
Venus’ atmosphere and the orbit,
Past every rock caught in its path…
At last, she could feel the sky’s stars
Finally fully wrap around her and 
Shine like an old lighthouse 
In the crook of Maine's coast.

She croaked, “Please, stars take me—
I don’t want to live.”
And so they did.