Homecoming
(For R.)
during the summers of habitual brooding
we spoke of another Earth
too often, so often that an
extraterrestrial tension with
our productive peers
developed from the old terrain
after the June torrential
downpour; there were sprouts of
instability & bouts of insanity sprung
they swept our petals
off the dirty floor, repaired
the broken window you
leaped out of when the
sensors became uncensored,
unleashed, & we thought
we would beam back
to each other at some point, somewhere
after the sedatives
released us from their grips & into the
air & care of the captains
& seconds in command
we’re going down with this spaceship
(June, 2017)