Jealous– we watch their metal bodies
break briefly from gravities enchantment
our own escape velocity eludes
On in ‘n out bags, gift receipts, and parking tickets
You name it--we’ve tattooed it with equations for freedom
M is for mass
the ever-expanding weight we carry in the pits
of our peach stomachs.
We’re spinning our stories to please a nameless sultan
He flosses with the rising action
Smiles at inappropriate parts.
G is the constant, fixed reminder
That we are gravities pets
We want to be higher than you
And your planes
Your parachuting skyscraper highbrow roller coasters
and college loans.
True beauty is out of this world
Outer space is everything!
We pack our bags for Mars
freeze-dried ice cream, moon boots
Finally. The vastness of space confirms our loneliness,
our matter is pulled apart
after the zap of our helmets
disengages them from around our necks
We are back to the beginning
Ferris wheels of gas and dust
A penny on a rubber sheet,
Biography: Elaine Black is a Creative Writing Student at California State University, Long Beach. She enjoys driving alone, people watching and eating croissants.