Sosuai Plateau and Mt. Toma 裾合平と当麻岳 by Peter Skov
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Sosuai Plateau and Mt. Toma 裾合平と当麻岳 by Peter Skov
He doesn’t like me like I wish he did, so how long do I work with him to make it right?
There’s a hole in me.
I watch as it erodes.
Flakes of rust powdering
Into the wool of my sweater.
I thought you had fixed this?
What’s this?
I pull shrapnel from my chest.
Was this from you
Or from before?
I put it back in,
Watch it fall back out and shatter
Into a puff when it hits the ground—
A grey cloud breathing over
Pavement.
Who are you?
I feel an ache in my chest.
Was this hole always here?
I breathe in deep and watch it shutter,
More powder rust with a huff.
I ball my fist and fit it inside,
Wishing I could stay like this,
But it probably looks more strange
Hugging only with one hand.
But I’m afraid to pull it out—
More rust, you see—
Embarrassed all the same.
BJR
Still thinking about how Grace was always treated as disposable. Kicked out of his passion field for his honesty—underpaid as a (very good) teacher, to the point he can’t afford a car—left alone in a room full of argon with a sample that might kill him, while all the indispensable guys who put him there stood on the other side of the glass and watched. Shoved screaming into a mission that would kill him. And then, then this bonkers little alien who just met him gladly trades years off his life (via extended return mission) to save him. Runs burning through deadly air to keep him from dying. Chooses finally to weave their lives together forever and recreate Grace’s best dreams of Earth to make him happy. No wonder Grace told Rocky he doesn’t have to get him a gift, he’s given him everything. To one little spider guy, Grace is irreplaceable. That’s love.
i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
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