It's Another
Another fucking sunrise. Another mrning awake in a land that disapproves of me. That’s the word they use: “Approval.” But tomorrow I’ll be gone. Everyone wondered, when I reintroduced the Mars program—just what I was up to. Here’s my plan: In an official order, I’ll make myself the first American astronaut to set foot on Mars. Then I’ll be a hero. Then they’ll never forget me.
I’ll be plunged into darkness. I’ll look through the transparent canopy and watch the adoring crowds. From my pneumatic suit, I’ll wave. And then there’s liftoff. And then the stars.