This is the story of jessica the alien being jessica was wandering in the woods and came upon hands those hands were holding light in the tress jessica was exhausted shed written about deer forever jessicas deer head was broken you can read widely thats faulkners advice I have trouble reading I just want to shut down maybe get drunk forever and ever
are you sad about yr mental health?
No
its okay now sometimes
just ash
from athroat cigarette toni got the tobacco at the farm
she dissociated too but im not a she
yr not toni
no I dont know who I am or where I lost my compass
went away, I need help ghosts I think
this is a nice story
im afraid to love aliens
one time I loved an alien so much I drowned in the whole ocean
aliens dont bring you back to life
only electricity can but it doesnt work for frankenstein he stays dead
does frankenstein have a sex
you wrote the ufo diaries didnt you
yes I was really scared of planes
rat tat tat tat tat
airoplane guns
behind an opening
window to
that might be something for angles to pull apart
im to weak to die twice
when you were
flowers I missed you
all the other
words hurt too
being in this world
words go into the ground
I dont think I can go anywhere
I can only go floating im
skimming the water table
tops: I dont want to be poetry any more
I hurt whenever I try to summon the electrical voice
im not a conduit bc my circuit got grounded
like a plane I was afraid of
a plane goes to the docket of planes
bract the neck of a word
planes driving thru the earths core
those were molten wings
lots of iron to set
thats shimmering ocean in the middle
earth
bothearth sounds good
the talking between thoughts
thoughts bt talking
some sites there
silhouette afterlight
im a crane
I dont ever want to be
turned into a horse
-string
again
help me be a power drill
im scared to invoke the hannah weiner nite
of verses and reverses
thats magic
when you're going back
she was talking in the doorway
when he shoved in
youre wedged always
in the ghost
but not help ghosts
they dont come
when you're calling
horses in the field
pick yr favorite
horses horses horses
horses theres a betting parlor
yr dad makes you think of
shadows along the bathhouse
you go loping
between sex
a shamed of letting them
come in you came in
them
as else where
bodies touching body
bag is w in the goo
im imagining how much blood
I could give you
these are simple words for
forgiveness
these are simple words fore
closure
force an opening
then greased
you slick thundered into
a warm wet hole
lightning shoots yr eyeballs
I forgot to finish scanners in the same
bed, a breath
of fresh air when you got out
side along the middle
the highway rodeos
a car crash even just
by looking at the
thing turns inside out
measure it unbounded
foot steps at the wetdark
compost piles
under the table
soft in yr laps: hands
that drink you
back to really light
yr eyeballs popped
out into blood
blossoms
the curl of one plants
neck curls around an other
corolla
borealis coronal
chorine little sweet voice
frm the mirror of a petal
life goes into
remission
of parts
this glances back
wide country
boots for the square
dance
you dont want to
be alone there
yr limp wrists
yr scared ooze
yr baby boy
girl unhearing bird
birddumb
heavybreathing
birds gravity circle
pull thru
jessicas maybe
on the water
front face faces
runneling at a surface
of eye's seeing them
selves balls that
rolled up in
to you? Forms
revisited
maybe we can almost
write w blood of
our selves
going under
going
im not clark coolidge &
I lied on the floor
earlier, when I was trying
to talk like the ufo diaries
they never picked me up
the cb radio wires
were frayed & broke off
clasps at beginning to try
to broad cast
my broke receiver
the horse ears dont
go up rabbit ears dont
relay a sound just
lie down & take it up
in a space
ship, thats how it
it is just lying down
taking it
go quiet toe hold
cliff, you deafened many
times ghosts, moons' upper voices now
too, jessica loves an alien
supermoonwell
& drown into the world
bothearth molten unconscious
oceans also, radioactive sight
reading map, listen green
to rechord
angels come down
ladders lead back a
round to horses
jessica had them
hooves gently tipping
first, grazing the green
to its stem: this disc
holds you turn
into faces folds to
gether & we
water moons always
the bulb spins & shoots
twisted them green
moss clamored inside
a left behind bone
concrete anchors
you strip mine
not this time
2. i wont
hurt you / diamonds
fall back
stone out
crop circles
a lovely drift, to mirrors / unreal voices
behind behind hills
locked into yr
unhearing landscape
this reverses eye
under went back
wordsdeer, undeered
yr deer / greenwords
that always pulled out
past yr circle
is death, before animals
god in the middle
I was always a
side to you / wild horses couldnt
keep me out
3. A coda
square dance clods
ponderosa pine
figures carousel
horses exit stage
autogenic earth then
turned me into
a horses, earth surfaces
& parts at
horizon aligns unlikely
to event
unfolds in corona
dustcloud dance
& water table
just ooze
an other
a lovely chord
it ends
Jessica K Baer received their BA in Creative Writing from Georgia State University in 2011. They live and do field rechordings in Chicago. Their work has been featured in Fruita Pulp, Horse Less Review, Deluge Journal, Prelude, and Sugar Mule. They also have a future chapbook with Magic Helicopter Press called Holodeck One (2016). They have a lifetime ban from Whole Foods and love horses. Email them about paranormal mysteries at baerjessica@gmail.com.