for three
months now. they can't get me down.
i hate these
people.
i've stopped making
eye contact with them.
i feel like
i'm at thanksgiving
dinner
with all my relatives.
i want out of this tin can.
i stare out the window
sucking on
a space protein bar
and long for earth, that sweet
little blue
spot in the blackness
of the universe.
it stinks in here.
someone keeps pushing
their elbow into
my back
when i'm trying to sleep.
the toilets are backed up
with plant meat
and kale.
i keep looking at the hatch
door, and tell myself,
why not.
why not get out of here?
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