#Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs

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"How many poems does a guy have to write / to get abducted by aliens? I know you / see me, same as the fat moon peeping / through the trees like a pervert. I just / want to talk."

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Ariel Francisco - Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs

How many poems does a guy have to write to get abducted by aliens? I know you see me, same as the fat moon peeping through the trees like a pervert. I just want to talk. My arms are sore from waving. My dad used to wonder why I was always so fascinated with space, then learned I share a birthday with Yuri Gagarin and that explained everything. I would watch that shit show Ancient Aliens with my mom and she would say, you know in Guate we remember where the Mayas came from, raising her eyebrows into orbit. How could I not grow up to search the skies for meaning? Ancient peoples thought objects soaring through the atmosphere were celestial serpents, their glowing tails slithering through space, and I buy it. Oh, Quetzalcoatl, is that you? I feel like the last kid sitting in front of  the school waiting to be picked up. Don’t say you’ve forgotten me.

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"Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs"by Ariel Francisco, from Poetry