Pop Rivet

by Chloé Yelena Miller

A boy, you memorized maps
of Mars. Sometimes the moon.
Your work disassembled
the Man in the Moon’s rough skin.
In the imposed darkened crevices of the nose or eyehole,
your feet stepped carefully.
To-do list: a physics class, a best friend.

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