subject: Burial attempt 01

coordinates: 68.4 °N, 225 °W (Baghdad Sulcus)

Can you see the stars? The way they ballet against the black pool of the sky. I told them about you. 

I dug a graveyard of your name on Enceladus. The ice cracked under my pounding blood fist. Crimson. Gore against the taupe of the airless sky. Necrosis infiltrated my nails, liquefactive, and I thought the frostbites looked like an ascaris tapeworm. I knew it was ammonia. I knew it was you. The pungency was maldorous. I loved it. The way it stung my nasal mucous membranes and reminded me of your breath, and I think I am insane. I think I don't care. 

I bathe in plumes of thermal water laced with salt and ethane, and it burns my breasts and i secretly crave the decay. I am Pandora, that adorns Saturn’s ring. I think they will find you, a molecule in a frost plume,  in a spectograph, a biosignature of life. But you will be dead, won't you? And no one will remember the two kissing teenagers who drink starlight. I will search for your scent in cryovolcanoes, in carbon, in E-rings. I will engrave our names on Cassini, a proof of life. or rot.

Saturn is the god who forgets how many children he killed. 

I left love in a liquid ocean, 102 kilometers beneath a crust of irradiated ice. I left a cassette of us singing in Greek against the luminescent rings on Saturnalia.

From Scheherazade

I spun stories from the stars

Lest I became one

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