milk in space

I’m floating endlessly 

a 

d 

r 

i f 

t 

. 

A carton of milk isn’t meant for the stars. 

I will surely disintegrate– 

or freeze, 

or burn? 

I don’t know, I’m just a carton of milk. 

I know everything about this is wrong. 

I should be in some sad school cafeteria! 

I’m in 

the wrong place– 

the wrong space. 

Yet, despite this 

there’s no place I’d rather be.