wait for email

i wait for email that never comes from the glass eye on mars
the open martian eye hides the rocket blasting 
a plague of robots to the roses in my pocket

but i wanted to be free so i walked down Aniara
​and no one with clothes dies on any other spaceship
so i fly past her planet with a little blood on my fingers


and gently stroke her trembling crimes
as she eats flames between planets
where no planetismal will creep in her lungs and cry


for her flaming heart
for the forgotten world of days
tangled together 


in this ancient firepit
where men and women stream like 
gas and dust from passing stars 


their thrilling dreams of gas and dust
like snowflakes fall on distant hills
and melt as droplets i can’t touch