Our Future Is Mars!
On Mars, there would be no coupling off, no cliques. People couldn’t leave you behind. That’s what Libby had been counting on.
Rebecca Morgan Frank is the author of four collections of poems, most recently Oh You Robot Saints! (Carnegie Mellon 2021), and her stories and poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She is the writer-in-residence at the Hemingway Foundation of Oak Park.
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