I stay up late at night
worried about how
I may have been judged
cataloguing my faults
worrying at the ones
I haven’t counted yet
but may well be counted by
others who can see them
so easily since they can
so easily observe me
from the outside
And roiling over
in social disjointed
image soaked media
till all hours
just to avoid
the laundry
till I’m nauseous with tag lines
And then Mars just sits there
the little rover, far from home
just sits there on Mars
where all that was
has passed away
where the rock
the sun
the wind
the dust
just there
uncaring
