18 - Packing For Space Travel - J.F. Hire

Should I pack bug spray?

Are there even any bugs in space...

I'm wondering what would work, anyway.

I don't think that Off! or Repel would work.

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What about hiking boots or spelunking rope,

Since the days of martian tourism began

We learned that resting on hope,

Would not prolong the limits of man.

I'm going to pack some rope.

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Can I bring this dress, even though it's made of bullet-proof vests?

If it weighs me down, then I'll be the talk of the town,

They say those towns on mars are some of the best.

Even if the occupants are the poor, crazy,

And depressed.

Tomorrow I'll be on my shuttle, designed by my father,

Specialized for me.
He claims it was no bother.
He made one for my brother,
He didn't make it, I think.
I'd like to ask my mother.
But she never leaves the shrink.
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Things are more disjointed now,
I'm packing socks,
and a towel,
and only one pair of jeans lined with printed clocks.
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There's only a little bit of space left in my bag full of gear:
Socks and jeans and the dress I can't wear.
Father told me to take it, he says to take care.
That it's lighter on Mars.
That I'll never learn to drive a car.
I don't think he knows that I can hear.
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I sneak in some of the medicine from mother's cupboard,
She'll never notice, it's what she stashes,
This house I'm leaving full of hoardes,
Full of caches.
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It's small, and cramped.
I should have brought lamps.
Next time I'll run away,
Before I'm sent to the camps.