The technician who curates this capsule
in her cameo as the ground station
engineer, asks if country music
would be ok to play over the headphones,
and I tell her that would be fine, before
I’m slid inside the chamber to be shot off
to some unknown diagnosis; to land,
perhaps, on the surface of a strange world
of procedures, treatments, and consultations.
I’ve agreed to play the leading role
in this film about the brave astronaut
caught up in a fantastical journey,
but not for art–I’m just following the script,
and couldn’t care less about the soundtrack.