alien life form / by grace mcgrade


I don't want a man, I want an alien life form, unpossessive and more complex and mysterious than a man. Something immune to the acidity of lost wisdom. Foreign and complex, with hands that transcend time and space, and eyes that speak silk.  I want unreal happenings and delicate nights in outer space. I don’t want anything that will take me away from my pretendings, i want something that will add to them, glitter them, color them. I want extraterrestrial love making and time traveling waltz’s.

Urgent beauty and giggly truth. Feeling in excess.  Something that will take me away from the suffocation of the mass hallucination named reality.

I shouldn’t be so surprised when the people I idealize turn out, in fact, to be human.