My house is my fortress
It keeps the world out, and keeps me in.
A cave in which to hibernate
A satellite hovering far enough away.
A heavy shell to protect me
For day after day
Insulated from the cold
And the overwhelming city noise
And the diseases.
Life is difficult
And in Spaceship Jen I can forget that.
I see the world from afar
For as long as I stay there,
Even as the dishes and the laundry pile sky high
Even if I don’t see another human being for weeks.
But how do I leave that place
That protects me from harm
Without someone else to coax me out?
We’ve been told to stay indoors
For our own safety for months
And now we must step out.
To leave the house off my own steam,
Not just a scuttle to the shops for snacks?
Now that takes planning
Headphones with loud music to block out the noise.
Mask to block out other people’s air.
Antibacterial gel for my hands.
Purse to buy things.
Keys to let me back in when I’m done.
The minute I step out the gate,
I’ll be bombarded by the
Crowds, the cars, the buses,
The music won’t be loud enough to block it out
But at least I can focus on something
That’s not my discomfort or my overanxious brain.
I know I need to go outside.
The world is turning again,
People are emerging from their own spaceships
Into a new world
Make contact while it’s still safe.
I need to go outside so I stay sane.
So, I reach for the door handle and make those bold steps.
Originally published in the Calm of The Storm Issue of Sapphic Writer's Zine. I can't find a PDF and all links to the zine are gone. It's a shame, bc it was a lovely read.