Inmate striped bedsheets
Cloaked in Roswell dust
Neon in the early shade
We, the same genesis (genus), are
An alien sex
Our old skins hung
From a red star, the dead star
Blinking, thinking of 51
Next to the closet door
Saucer shoes piled underneath
I try to leave, teleportation-
Time for a planetary day
You watch the burning grass
Concentric signs, I will return
D. A. 6/2/09
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