Apollo BY ELIZABETH ALEXANDER

Posted: April 17, 2014 in Reads
We pull off
to a road shack
in Massachusetts
to watch men walk

 

on the moon. We did
the same thing
for three two one
blast off, and now

 

we watch the same men
bounce in and out
of craters. I want
a Coke and a hamburger.

 

Because the men
are walking on the moon
which is now irrefutably
not green, not cheese,

 

not a shiny dime floating
in a cold blue,
the way I’d thought,
the road shack people don’t

 

notice we are a black
family not from there,
the way it mostly goes.
This talking through

 

static, bounces in space-
boots, tethered
to cords is much
stranger, stranger

 

even than we are.

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