To Mars

I saw, once, a star tearing up at the crevices in my eyes

It told me, Stay where you are, you are happy, you should not go

My cat meows

She, too, tells me not to go

 

I am solid on the Earth, I will never go to space

My father says he will give us an inheritance if he goes to Mars

I miss them already

He spoke of his father

My father’s father

 

Some due haste is measured in competitive notions

We do not all of us know where any of this is going

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