All Wernher Von Braun Wanted

When self meeting self returns a gaze
all records must be written in red
If you are following breadcrumbs
of what you call “the life,”
then I am the barren one,
the silence, the utterance
of my own name

All Wernher Von Braun
wanted was the moon
And now every time I love
someone new I get a little
more tired

The year of my baptism
was the year the hillbilly neighbors
moved into our house
I stayed outside
shooting bebes at rattlesnakes-

an uncivilized little thing,
regret stained into my hair
(like a landscape in which
nothing really ever disappears)