Science Fiction

Just now I touched my chest And felt my heart quivering there. This must be one of the bad times. I think it is quivering with remorse And exhaustion. Once I saw a heart Beating in a documentary. I was a very Little girl and the sight disgusted me. Throbbing and not stopping my heart betrays Me and yet remains sure and true, a thing Of nature. Earth bleeding Its guts out on the sea floor exhausts Me with remorse and shame, and yet I have to trust it As wealth is proven by how terribly it devastates Itself, and I am but one symptom among billions of the wealth Of Earth. A tired feeling that is recuperated by a passing spaceship Or an infinitude like fame but more universal. I will have to miss you Earth; I miss you already. And yet when I touch myself whom I should Not trust it is still only the heaviest and most jealous feelings that bind me to you, like blood.