Hope
She stares at the screen in her sweaty hand
And hopes for a message
That will free her soul.
Expectations
The wine glass sits untouched on the table
He stares out the dark window.
She’s not coming tonight.
I craved serenity. Teaching was chaotically deafening. When the opportunity to work on the International Space Station presented itself I seized it with both hands. The extinction event on earth three years ago has schooled me in the appreciation of noise. I crave cacophony, the unadulterated din of life.
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