nail salons on mars a comet came & perched like a song bird. we drove as far as we could & ended up on the red surface. headlights boring holes through a blanket galaxy. when you stay up past your own shoelaces the cosmos tends to bend like a snake. swallowed & swallowed. we hit a deer. we drowned in a lake. we crawled on our bellies through a field of soy beans. all in search of a place to be feminine in the perfect way. the distance through between perfect & feminine is infinite. two bodies always sprinting away from one another. the salons are like anything you'd see on earth only, outside of the windows you can see space debris as it floats by. the nail artist says, "would you like a flower?" we each get one. the flowers open on our fingers. she says, "you must make sure they do not die." we know we will let them die but we hope we can last as long as possible. outside, we stare into out nails & see our reflections. we are briefly just planets. huge rocks humming to one another. all the way home back through our own deaths & the death of the deer, i wonder about durations & orbits. how long, i think how long how long.