The Curvature Of The Earth Poem by Deyna Gillis

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?