I flew in search of sweet asylum,
Happened onto Elysium Fields,
Where the waters matched my eyes.
Potable tears have nourished me here,
But the quick turn-a-bouts
Have kept me dizzy.
The short, fast days
And shorter nights
Have had their toll on me.
And though, at first, they thought me a Goddess,
I find myself stuck in the natives’ rut,
Eating hard beans at the natives’ hut,
And it comes as no surprise,
But I find no divine self with me at all.
I’m really starting to look like a cow,
And lonely, I croon of reality,
“At least all my exes live in Nibiru.”
-jenn long
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