Space Potato

Everything I think, everything I am is foreign.

Space Potato
Photo by Franco Antonio Giovanella / Unsplash

by Katherine Schmidt

You say love and I realize we are speaking different languages. My English is not your English, my North is your West, even my heart beats a different rhythm. Paint me in green and velcro antennas to my head: I am an alien drifting through outer space. Yes, gravity brought us together, but really, I’m spinning dumbly, collecting space dust, making my own small orbits of foreign objects. Everything I think, everything I am is foreign. You say love and I say volcano. Potato. Prosciutto. What.

Katherine Schmidt's work is published or forthcoming in Full House Literary, Cutbow Quarterly, Rejection Letters, Roi Fainéant Press, Bullshit Lit, and elsewhere. She is a co-founder and co-editor of Spark to Flame and is currently based in Washington, D.C.