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Aeolis Palus

Aeolis Palus
the rover sings “Happy Birthday”
to itself

mammoth pincers
on the radioactive grub
the rifle’s heaviness
her satin nightgown
the earth shudders
unlike any earthquake
garage sale:
an Eastern Buck Moth settles
on a brain in a jar
terraforming at night
the gentle tug
of the blinking satellite