Alien
I want to go to Mars -
They are sending them in - are going to give them the keys to the place
experiments and the building of bubbles to live in
I dream of the bubble housing the smaller bubbles
The small growing things in the shield of man-made ecosystem
Think about the likes on those selfies -
God this is boring - is broken - there is a sense that a hole in the window would send everything in this world into space
It will freeze there
Lose itself in the not-black not-dark
Why don't we have a word for the color of space - the vacuum of our heads
I want to go to Mars -
Put on that suit - drift in the expanse for years - and come out the other side alone
where I would send cryptic emails and video messages
Where I would piss on the dead sand of that planet and make castles from the mud
Mainly -
I don't want to talk to people anymore
And that is the thing that resonates - the internet has left me not wanting to hear or be heard
I long for a rotary phone that only clicks and never receives but that's not true because Candy Crush -
Here is the buoy in the open wilds of imagination - it blinks seven times
is silent -
is even and calm - it only knows what fingers have touched it tell it to know
It beckons -
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