In Space

by Susan Lemere

(a nod to Billy Collins’ The Breather)

You frame it as a gift,
this Trojan horse,
giving me “space”.
I am intended, I know,
to spin this shit into gold,
become a wiser,
more palatable version
of myself.

But space is an empty fridge,
the unfinished grocery list
on a crumpled napkin
at my placemat.
It’s the sun shot through
a magnifying glass
at some poor ant
whose only crime
was being in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

And I’m Sigourney in that alien movie.

Alone, trying to be safe.
Never realizing the danger
was inside me all the time.

“In space, no one can hear you scream.”

Susan M. Lemere obtained her MFA in Creative Writing in Fiction from the Solstice MFA Program of Pine Manor College in Massachusetts.  She also has a Masters in Social Work from Smith College and has worked extensively in the mental health and addiction treatment field.  This is her first published poem