concerns 2

we're actually just drifting here. i haven't a heard
peep on the system since i heard the i'm sorry.
lucas spends all his time which is also my time
staring out the window which annoys me because
what do all those stars have that i don't. i'm being
facetious because if you had a few weeks up in space
before your food-supply ran out wouldn't you consider
it a politeness to be friendly to the only voice you'll
hear, the only company you'll conceivably have, unless...
which would be far far too crazy, but great. my pasta and
vin santo are strapped to my thigh. i play some music
in my helmet and i imagine what it feels like to have
a bath and read in the bath and rip pages and step
out and leave footprints on the carpet and put slippers
on. and then come back ten minutes later having written
poems on paper with coffee and tea ink-washes and still
see them there, the prints, by the bath. i say all this aloud.