You can't even
get a proper
tan, solar winds
be damned.
The pull is dark,
irresistible, a mission
that could freeze
us beyond any border.
So much to discover
from here.
You flew to me
so many times,
and I'd stare
at the picture
you sent me
from Ipanema,
your sunglasses
two moons,
helmet visor
reflecting descent.
So much to miss
in our orbits.
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is a former U.S. Army interrogator, and author of six books of poetry and fiction, including the recent collection Underdays (winner of the Ernest Sandeen Prize Poetry) and The Interrogator's Notebook.
For more information please see: www.martinottwriter.com.
