Skydekkerix

Hey sweet and sour nuggets I am slaughtered from various events and I’m saving my very something poetry writing for an assignment that I don’t wanna get flagged on so instead this week Ima put up an oldy but a goody from the depths of my dropbox. Got this lil thang published back in my early early twennies back when I was way more nervous but about the same amount of batshit. I like it though it is old because I like me even though I am old. You’re welcome or I’m sorry depending on your reaction. Love love

Take Me to Your Lover

 

I had a fitful sleep; the news was filled with things I had hoped for since I could remember hoping. I was in bed with my eyes squeezed shut. I rolled over into a dream of green smoke. I let my feet be taken and dragged out from under the covers. I was pulled along and out. I went over the ocean in a tube of green light. Then I floated in space with the stars watching over me like a concerned bed partner looking to see if I was breathing. I tried to work up the strength to speak. I managed a weak, choking sound.

Hey.

She spoke to me and I can still hear it now. Her voice was young and wise, the rise and fall of her cadence telling a story of manic romance and hard-fought lessons.

Hey.

She is an alien and I love her.

We met at a party the next night. I was lying on the ground and it was midnight and snowing. She tapped the glass sliding door right next to the permanent nose print I had left there the year before when I was too drunk to see the fog on the clean glass.

She was half my height and bottom heavy with eyes like the lost seeing stones. I had spent my life preparing to meet an alien so I wasn’t freaked out. I opened the door and we sat at the outdoor setting where I found some cans of rum and coke and we drank them.

She told me she was young but old enough to make her own damn decisions and nobody was going to tell her otherwise. I told her that I was older than I used to be and that I had learned a lot in the past few years and it had made me a harder but better person.

She took me for a ride in her spaceship.

That doesn’t mean we had sex. I didn’t know if she had sex parts but that was okay because I had been telling myself that sex was for boring and ugly people.

We flew to Mars and it was cold and we held each other for warmth and watched the sun rise. I asked her if it counted as flying if there is no air and she told me there is always air it is just very thin.

I wrote her a poem and did not show it to her and she wrote me a poem and I think she lied when she said that it was not about me.

We went back to Earth even though I did not want to. There had been a lot of war and cannibalism lately and I told her the world was getting colder. She said she wanted to see all the cool things on Earth and I kissed her right above the point where her huge, oval eyes met and I asked her if she wanted to see it with me. She dropped me off at my house.

I sat at home and I tried to think to myself that it was okay and that she shouldn’t have to spend every minute of her life with me even if that is the way I felt about her. I ended up thinking of all the more interesting men and women she would probably meet and that they were probably funnier than I am and they could probably afford better clothes. So I tried to think that she loved me because she chose me out of everyone on the planet but that did not work because everyone has to start somewhere. I got so angry that I smashed a glass and I cleaned it up right away and thought that it is probably a good thing that she is gone because I am the kind of guy that smashes glasses even though I am not. I tried to sleep that night and couldn’t. I tossed and turned in my bed with the light off and then I rolled over and picked up my phone and it beeped in my hand.

Hey.

Want to hang out?

She picked me up in her spaceship and we went and got dinner from a restaurant in Japan. We ate and she said the food was good and I said the food was great. She said it was the best and I said you are the best and she tried to smile but it was hard because she had an alien mouth.

We slept in the same bed that night. I slept on my left arm and it was painful but I did not want to roll over because I did not want to stop holding her. I could not tell if she was asleep because she had no eyelids and her eyes were like solid glass. I eventually fell asleep and dreamed about my ex-girlfriend and felt guilty in the morning.

We spent all morning wandering around each other as if it was a ritual. I touched her hand and she grasped mine and squeezed it and then I made coffee and we drank it until the dregs stuck to our teeth.

The next night we walked to the football field near my house and we sat in the middle of it and watched the night sky. People arrived and gradually the whole oval filled, all of us together and watching. Sitting by the moon was a circle of lights that spun. As the crowd gasped jets flew over and the night erupted. Bombs of light fell errant to the ground and disintegrated the houses around us. Jet streams connected the stars into polygons. We all ran.

She and I hid in a storm drain and sat bunched together as the air lit up with red and green. I said that it was like Christmas and she said she didn’t know what that was because she is an alien. She turned and looked down into the dark pipe and then looked at me and spoke.

Hey.

You are a human but I love you.

We crawled into the depths of the pipe.