When I met her
She was staring at the night sky,
Tight, over-washed 501s
A white vest like a chiton
Should have known,
Alien fixation.
She had posters
Toys // Models //
Films //Books & magazines
You get the picture:
Green men
Everywhere.
‘Men are from mars
Women are from Jupiter’s moons’
I laughed at the time,
Her mum had died
In a car crash years before
I think this goes some way to explaining it.
If we’re the only ones out there,
We’re the only ones in here
And there’s comfort
In the blue fruit and colour
Of space
Even if it’s as empty
As a pretty landscape by Turner
