When I bought the book it was titled differently.
There were bonfires that weren’t bonfires.
There was just a table & people talking & stars.
The opener discouraged me.  It was the opener
that broke the tops off of the bottles.
The cowboys’ faces were constipated.
The children running around with mirrors.
I can be a space pilot.  I just need night rain
& someone to hold a windshield above me.