passport
off to half a world away
a place never set foot upon
I pray she will accept me
I keep checking my pockets
for identification
but they’re empty now
forever surrendered to the state
I was one of the first
to sign up for mission to mars
my resume somehow
lost in the shuffle
leaving me rethinking
what little options remain
december two thousand seventeen
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This is so clever.
clever perhaps though can’t put my finger on it