07 June 2013

The Astronaut

Acacia Lasita

The first time the astronaut came for me
I was hidden in the ribcage of a whale
I swore I would eat only the salt
Grazed from the tips of the waves
If he would only let me stay

But he returned

The second time
My palms were open

The white fragments fell

My hands could not contain every shard
of every bone
in my body

I tried to collect every piece
I knew I could keep them safe
If I could just find them

The last time the astronaut came
I let his huge hands envelop me
I could have cried out

But I was just so tired

(this poem appears in the 2013 Walrus, the literary journal of Mills College)