I got hit, smacked
What made you drive back?
I followed your uncanny lingo
and prepped for human theft
only to encounter the void you forgot to mention
when you rolled over and crossed my path.
Across dimensions, I swallowed,
bathing in rejection to get a glimpse of
what the promised land projected onto my path.
An interplanetary species?
Are you serious, X?
It got denser as I continued to unpack
dropping my skirt,
the one I wore when I played the villain
in your ubiquitous game.
This tiny avatar is a joke.
Don’t expect me to be grateful
for gluing chromosome two
and putting caps on my musical chords.
The records suggest I realign my past
What if all I have is the present tense?
Stop juggling with regrets
Pick a mission, carve a path
find your soul group
to help me get home safe.
Rest assured, I have other plans
blazing my trail and derailing your train
aren’t encoded into the math.
Choose the spiral and enjoy the track,
use your wisdom to alchemize what gets thrown
at the characters you engage with
as you follow the sun to depict your galactic match.
