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Poetry

Martian Love

A Martian runs in my veins,

His strange words reign over my very mind and existence.

Trapped in distance.

In cages

Through all the stages.

Fly away they said.

All his words stuck in my head.

Strange words I can’t understand.

In trespassed land.

A Martian and his Martian friends,

Martian drinks held in Martian hands.

The oxygen on Mars will suffocate you he said.

You’ll never be a Martian. Not unless we’re wed.

This syndrome of conditions.

Rules and preceding missions.

Not unless. Not unless.

Imaginary futures,

Somehow different.

Nurtured fantasies.

Martian love in my veins, in my brain.

 

 

Author: Dakota Arkin Cafourek
Email: dakota.arkin@gmail.com
Author Bio: Dakota is a content creator and travel + art writer based on the East End of Long Island.
Link to social media or website: Twitter @dakotaarkin | Instagram @dakotaarkin http://maidstonebuttermilk.com/

Photo by Tommy Tang on Unsplash

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