To take a taxi
to the dark side
means so much more
than this poem has time
to convey. This is

a night on Earth
that becomes a dawn
breaking somewhere
so far
away. The little alien’s

science experiment
has gone awry.
The little alien
is not an alien
in its own universe.

Gender is so passé.
We are the aliens
with antiquated forms
of categorization.
We are the germs

left on the counter
the little alien forgets to wipe down.
I am ready to die
after it finishes
telepathically texting its friends.