Midnight Meandering

Do you believe in aliens? I do. Not the type that are green with big black eyes and tentacles, But the ones that are just like you and me They sit imprisoned in classrooms And worry about bleaching their hair And if red lipstick will match their dress And where their next meal will come from. A normal life on a normal planet In another galaxy. My first crush Was the neighbor’s son Honestly, he was pretty. He had milk coffee skin And almond toffee eyes. His hair was poppy seed black With curls like Arby fries. I remember that he played guitar And was three years older than me But I don’t remember His name. If chemists ever decided to take over the world It would be terrifying. Chemists know how to blow up Normal items. Like flour. Chloroform is one of the Less dangerous chemicals In the stock room. They are pyromaniacs Who are allowed to Set things on fire. And they do. The darkness in the countryside terrifies me. I am a city girl who has never seen The stars so clearly Because the street lights Shine brighter than The moon in the sky. I’m 23 and I need a nightlight Because I am not used to the Endless Void that is my bedroom. Pathetic right? I know you are reading this text And I know you won’t respond. It’s after midnight Afterall.