space games

i am an astronaut, too,
i seek oxygen in the no
gravity zone, float far off in the
universe for clockless days,
close my eyes to
vaccinate my motions with
silence, lubricate them
into calm.

i shouldn’t have
worn mascara the
other day.
a hangover of sorts
ensued—
black bleary eyes
required
alcohol optional
invitation to snooze only.

the earth from space would be small,
a spot to mix acrylic paint,
just a marble, beautiful and round.
in space I would
look down on earth, invite
earth to snooze with me
in warm, crinkled sheets,
or float off in no gravity fashion
into silent serenity,
linking pinkies as we embark
along the milky way.

a long run is quite like a shot into
space, the sneakers a launching
pad that defy gravity,
bring about those laughing gas smiles,
mechanize floating,
abstract from linguistic frontiers
and wipe away
the soot from mascara eyes.
only the fierce get to close
their eyes out there.

strange
how motion and motion more
can mean
leaning back into thick air
to play marbles with
the planets.

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