Sarah D's Napowrimo 2023

  Static Someone sleeps on teams , someone alive before. Someone in the left corner or else it's the right or the left or whatever- someone is trying now to get his attention, someone is waving their hand, so it appears like a ghost in random frames. The hand blurs He is Still Still Time goes Time passes The fly appears, crawls across his face, crawls across the mute screen- no one mentions it, no one comments, no one chats, no one says the unspoken. The fly crawls slowly, it feels like the meeting is eternal, minutes of an entropy committee .

  Day 1 Moonshot They've found another ocean on the moon They've found another ocean in the earth Cowboys everywhere are shooting for space, Laika's in orbit, circling us now, Werner Von Braun sings Werner Von Braun. Did your Father make a rocket from the remnants of the Sixties, fuelled by white spirit and diesel? Did your Mother make rainbows from domestic trajectories Did you crouch like a child in the capsule? Was America's shadow cast in the desert? Was the flag still waving in the wind that wasn't, in the yard of the last living astronaut?