If you asked me what, exactly, this poem is about, I couldn’t fully tell you. Not because it’s a grand secret or anything, just because I honestly don’t know. I love the aesthetic of space and the stars, and my dad and I are both conspiracy theorists at heart, so I think it was inevitable I’d end up writing about aliens and the like at some point. Apart from the poem, this summer I’ve really noticed my collages improving. I’m experimenting more with different shapes of images I choose, and I’m trying to take more risks with my GIFs, and I think it’s paying off.
i am molded with stardust and comet tails and
woven from threads of our universe
cross-stitched and hemmed
and stuffed with galaxy perceptions.
tripped over a moonrock
fell past the stars
and forgot my way back home.
i do not remember life before earth
only carbonated memories of life past
bubbling the asteroids in my blood
reminding me i am alive
and i am waiting.
i used to spend hours human-watching
to live and fit in,
become the closest to a human i can be
yet i still find myself lost in galaxies
dreaming of spaceships and nebulas
outside of my mind’s control
sometimes i still feel like i’m dreaming
even when i am wide awake
a sleeping mask over my third eye
hiding my true vision
light years of knowledge passed down through generations
of alien species
humanity twists and turns but the planets will be the same even when they are gone
(i wonder if i will be gone too)
am i too human to live amongst the aliens i grew up around?
have i spent too long trying to conform to the world i was not meant to be in?
the only thing keeping me going is the stardust memories i try to erase
what would my family think of me?
fighting tooth and nail to perfect my own mask
ripping the stitches only to re-sew the seams
and put it back over my third eye