The Moon and Me

The moon convinced me that I can exist in the stratosphere, all I need is a means to get there. No spaceship. No extra couple million lying around to be the second woman, first black spacetourist. Nah. I can make it though by sheer will, like the millions of space matter that hang in the sky, eternity's disco balls, no scientist can convince me that they know how it all anchors itself, full to half to quarter to crescent. Nah.