What John Glenn Taught Meearth ribs curve blue green below the second time: watching in thick cold nothing borealis tentacles boiled at the arctic parts uncoiled from the heavy for the second time & i 10 year old girls at a sleepover while above lisping across the sky his shuttle my friend arm heavy from a tetanus shot gravity snapped back to the bone piloted our spaceship we too cinctured in orbit, & this once like a loud mouth the earth all ours bloomed fireworks of daylilies, cymbidium orchids beneath star scraps she flew us to safety & i knew already when days before we pulled a tv to the classroom i watched him burst the sky instead of band practice the ringed imprint my french horn made in my hands at the lift
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