Astronaut Love Triangle
Somewhere between the Earth and stars
hovers that maiden of fantasy.
Coercion wisps and whispers her way
into an empty mind, and how could I say no?
In a world with three voices
(one of them my own)
how could I refuse the sister
of imagination and treachery?
You send us out to harvest moon rocks
build satellites, talk to Martians
and soon we realize the only pull in space
comes from ourselves. A year
and we get to know the shuttle hull
pretty well, the air lock between now and after.
In this vacuum closet who could wonder
that three warmths would find each other?
Astronaut love triangle:
discard the laws of our world
discard those sublunary flails in fetters and ideals.
Up here, strip men of jobs, clothes, families, pets,
first loves, last loves, nationalities, alcohol
and what could be purer? Here,
the undiluted emotions perspire.
Envy, obsession, infatuation, murder--
what else could there be
in a world with only Saturn's iridescent rings,
Jupiter's hot spot, all the stars you could imagine.
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