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Jamey Hecht
Zapruder Film Frame 179
Suppose you’re in a spaceship and you go outside
in your amazing little suit to make repairs.
Somehow the tether breaks and now you’re floating
several feet from the hull and the handle,
standing on nothing, perfectly still. You’re free,
but you can’t stay. There’s no air or water to shove
against and swim through back to life and work.
If you could only throw some garbage out behind,
that would propel you forward with the same momentum;
even an eyelash, a fingernail, nickels and dimes
would have you slowly sailing toward sweet solid
panes and rivets, terra firma, at the stainless breast
of mankind’s genius. But everything expendable
is sealed inside what you can’t live without.