Planet Mars
It is that moment when your feet slide across the floorboard, destined for elsewhere
that you think of the men in
space
the way the nothing comes from
the bottom
and the top and then again
from each side boxing them tight
in their suits,
holding them together before
breaking them apart.
You slide.
It only takes a moment, like a
light bulb winking on.
I want to know what time I can be
awake
when no one else is,
what second of what hour can I
find myself
the only thing fully aware in
this world,
eyes open
in day
or dark
feeling the groaning push of this
planet against the all of that emptiness.
It will be at that moment that
you will hear a high ring.
The whistle
that victims of an air strike
hear
seconds before
and then forever after.
Ally Malinenko is the author of The Wanting Bone (Six Gallery Press). Her second book of poems entitled Crashing to Earth is forthcoming from Tainted Coffee Press and her first novel for children, Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb is forthcoming from Antenna Press. She currently lives in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses don't come to and rambles on and on over at allymalinenko.com
Ally Malinenko is the author of The Wanting Bone (Six Gallery Press). Her second book of poems entitled Crashing to Earth is forthcoming from Tainted Coffee Press and her first novel for children, Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb is forthcoming from Antenna Press. She currently lives in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses don't come to and rambles on and on over at allymalinenko.com
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