hollow spaceships (The secret is what counts)

The secret is what counts,
the secret brings the greatest thrill,
and that’s what she told herself
when sparkling spindly beings landed

in her backyard
and with long cold fing
ers sent paralyzing tingles

& in her human heart
she decoded
vibrations
pressing heavy on her chest—

we’re here to take you
back to your home planet.

Upon awakening,
she tried to recall the ship,
knowing
hollow, round means
uterine, safe
(vacant)—
elongated, like a cigar,
means phallic.

She needed only to sit
naked in front of a
mirror.

Solace came the night
of the Perseids;
she’d look into the sky
and upon the eighth meteor
wish herself home

thinking,
maybe next life—

still in dreams
when she
melted she
coalesced
she thinned;

her outlines shimmered
and faded.  She sank
naturally as though
she were taught and
as no one had before,
unlike in this shameful

human body with its 3
holes arranged like blinking
lights on a flying saucer.