New Habitat

Like Mars, sand and open space
This alien land, where heat has weight
as if one were mummified
in thick woolen blankets.

I imagine hell is cooler
And hell, I’ll go to church gladly
as long as it has AC
and smiling, watch worshippers
remove offerings
from brown leather faces.

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2 thoughts on “New Habitat

  1. I like this a great deal, Niqui, the first strophe, especially – the alien land, Marslike, which is weightless until heat brings weight to it and the second strophe, where the appeal of church is its air conditioning. Although Hell may be more appealing, in any case, because N views it as a cooler option. Love worships who remove their offerings from brown leather faces. Good job.

  2. Menique,
    One of your best! Mars is intriguing to all right now, and your poem links it so wonderfully to church-going in a heat wave … terrific work.

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