caves! mars!

we crawled out this morning,
the orange was a little less intense
through the dust.

Spector leaned over and said,
“what you feel like doing?”

and I said,
“Nothing.”

there wasn’t much oomph left in my voice
when the last two years had worn thin.

there is only so much radioactivity
you can bare sleeping on
until it zaps you of all energy.

“Why’d you even sign up for this anyway?”
Spector charged, huffing.

“You knew what you were getting into
long before they sent us here.”

and so I did.
but what a sight that presentation had been,
what a world they presented,
what opportunity!
did I know we’d be monitoring those supplies
the carcinogens surface-level
and the other hoodwinked explorers
long since our neighbours from down six feet under

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,”
I said.

Spector was disgusted. Always disgusted.
I guess that’s the way it goes,
when you’re marooned on another planet
with a lowlife in tow.

still, I had higher hopes.
I guess it’s understandable they deserted us,
but still.
caves. mars.
the opportunity was too great.