Memorandum STS-135, July 8, 2011
Card board box is the new silica ceramic
made by the brightest minds in the crayon box.
Add construction paper buttons and marker
for what-does-what just like in the movies.
Jenny wore that helmet for one month and two
days until Daddy slipped it off one night in her Zzzz’s.
Jenny woke up and brushed her teeth till
eyes bugging, hands to throat, airplane-ing down.
Mommy asked Daddy about total recall
but Jenny was under the table ‘puh’-ing.
Fourth graders found evidence of Neptunians
on the playground. Archeological find of the infin-tury,
got there in card board boxes parked in spot 32,
temples were buried under the blue air-freshener clouds
and beanstalks poked through challenging
the giants to climb.
Today Sam became an astronaut. With a certificate
and it’s certified ‘Mom.’ Perfectly blew out candles
on the big-red-spot cake in one breath and now,
just hold the breath all the way if Sam can.
The future is past the stars and moon-walking
is a must. It says right here, “Commander.”
Fin found it in a crater; big, bright, and brilliant,
the perfect piece to begin a collection of mysterious
(possibly filled with life forms) meteorites. It was there
in the distant planet of Arizona. Most of it was gone now
disintegrated over hundreds of years, but this piece
this chip of something non-terrestrial was Fin’s.