Heather Aimee O’Neill, “Mars May Have Been a Land of Lakes”
Let’s begin by deciding what it iswe’re trying to define. You’re
impossible. That’s what I’ve decided,
that’s how I’ve defined you.
Nature has a way of compensating.
As a blonde, I should have 38,000 more
strands of hair on my head than my
brunette sister, my redhead brother.
You found one on your pillow
and, hours after I left, called to see
if I wanted it back. An eyelash,
you would have kept for yourself.
Mars may have been a land of lakes,
but the satellite orbits us, and the photos
cannot reveal such distant history.
And why should they? We can’t
even be honest with each other,
let alone believe the billion years
it took for us to happen: first water,
then body, voice and faith.
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