the sun didn’t text me
back. I’m stuck looking at
missed calls from stars
who died before cell phones were —
I’ll try to be an astronomer if you
try to be an astronaut
but all space explorers turn
into junkies, don’t they, Major Tom?
data expires in your mouth.
unlimited calls get dropped
in unlimited months. space is
a hell we don’t know about.
the moon is littered w/golf balls
or maybe the moon is a soundstage.
did you fake the landing? they must
have had help. was it you? you look
so beautiful w/a camera & a conspiracy.
when the earth is about to
rapidly vanish
take the atmosphere
before you leave.
we shouldn’t forget being
the last ones standing,
let our last breaths be captured always
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