Volunteering for This Assignment

It’s not like these
Around here of course

Backward, there
Or backward here
Whichever way you look at it

On those we got debriefed
Before not after deployment

So thoroughly that, to our
Very great chagrin
We’d found we’d straight up
Forgotten even the debriefing

All so we’ll have better stories
To tell afterward
To everyone we know

Don’t remember volunteering, either
Though we’re eerily sure
It would be just like us and
We probably did step right up for this
Just as they’re telling us
Not once but over and over
With passion and brio:


I have an uneasy sorta
About how those
Interviews probably went

Something like

Celestial Counselor:
Conditions are primitive there, you know.

Cocky Recruit:
Ah, primitive schmimitive. I was a Snout. We learned how to bunt and make byres out of damp twiggies. Be fine, natta worry.

Atmosphere’s thick as soup down there. Transmissions restricted to on-planet, through five very limited and almost entirely subjective senses…

I’m secure in myself, thank you very much.

No, I mean, to the point where you feel separated even from God.

Oh, right! Who would ever fall for an illusion like that?

… And so on…

Bet all our peeps over going-away drinks said, like:

Ten to one you’ll be pleading for beam-up by a quarter century. Max.

Oh, yeah? If I don’t can I have your fizzy fuzzy collection?

PEEP: The whole collection?

Okay, just Freda Fizzy Fuzzy.

Done! But if you do, I get your…

US: (Remembering) (Deep groan)

… Like that.

Seem to remember something about a prescheduled pity party, too…

I plan to be sick that evening

Very, very sick, ha ha!



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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