a flying saucer landed
in my living room
i too am an astronaut
having applied for my own space
i welcomed the visitor
i need something intelligent
to talk to not for long
but maybe just through dinner
not being afraid
of what i don’t know
i unanxiously awaited the emergence
should i call him a space man
or might not it be a woman
probably not
her menses on jupiter
no less than earth
causes excuses for exclusion
should i shake hands
and offer a glass of white wine
i always wanted to know space
people but how do we proceed
i think i should tell you
she reported as she stepped from her craft
you possibly are not seeing me
depending upon the solar year
you may only be seeing my aura
don’t worry i assured her
happy it was a woman
depending upon my aura
you are most likely only seeing
my solar years
we sat down
to talk