she was the first man on the moon.
circa 69.
doesn’t matter.
men and women both
look alike
in a space suit.

I remember
studio being so cold it
may as well been
the fucking
middle of the milky way.

gargantuan fixtures
dropped angel light.
my lens catching
the helmet’s glare.
and feeling entirely
too small to hold it.

kubrick screamed in my face
because
mr. aldrin couldn’t make set.
they slapped...