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ASTRONAUT AFFIDAVIT
Born freakishly whole,
looked upon and then
cast out, no wonder.
Elaboration of self, of sole
of left foot, dainty oblivion
in the putrid
science classroom.
I grew old overnight.
My myth-mangled mother
was not my mother.
No one could convince me
otherwise. Spare me
the bloody beets.
The ants in the garden.
What a nothing life. Uncosmic.
Pronounceable. Everything
is boring compared to god’s love.
Give me terror.
Give me the dark
side of the lonely land.
Lonely land without word,
raw step, raw vision, first bite
of the apple, the Earth so quaint
like a dog going away to die.
I need my sadness.
Do not take it from me.
Take only this
misshapen truth—
I walked. I felt. The world
does not need us.

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Astronaut Affidavit

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