“Who are the flowers for?” Heavily immersed in films taking place in outer space, the view of no gravity seemed to mirror my emotional state. Displaced, free, a vacuum and a void. I mapped 19 original poems about love, grief, creativity, and independence, each to a different image captured and shared via the NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day Archives. Compiled into a chapbook resembling a perfume bottle and delivered with a vacuum-sealed dried flower arrangement—an ode to the ephemeral. Being able to comprehend the cycles of the universe is a gift, and I gave it to myself. And in spite of an instinct to preserve the past, I let it all float away.