Laika's still up there.
not her body, sure, but her soul is.
i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens.
she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn's ring.
she chases comets and bites down on satellites.
i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet.
passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur.
eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames.
she bobs through jupiter's moons like cold moscow streets.
up there the stars are a great big field.
and look, she's running so fast.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, look at her go.