when the aliens arrived
they were fascinated by trees
and the pages they made in books
...
the thing about your brand new car
is that this is still a goddam traffic jam
and though you may be the Queen of some fair and far away cul-de-sac
no one here sees you in their mirror
...
The Curvature Of The Earth
when the aliens arrived
they were fascinated by trees
and the pages they made in books
they would turn at a touch but
blow in the wind to
any old place in a
bedlam of plot
this wasn’t the device of an advanced race
the aliens decided — it was
backwardness! and the
stories, oh the stories
these were a rude gothic people
some of whom left up the toilet seat or
couldn’t parallel park or
ran from lovers on the flimsiest of grounds
all of the aliens wept when
after Catherine’s funeral
Isabella left Heathcliff
how could this species evolve?