E.T. is on the TV
in my room at the Phoenix Inn
His heart burns through his chest
Love resurrects
I sit on this enormous bed
my sketchbook's pages
spread like wings
across my lap.
When I get too sad
I get up and dance around the room
the way she would,
shaking her little ass and laughing
I wish she was lying next to me
munching popcorn,
doodling through the commercials
The Extra -Terrestrial
ascends to the heavens
in his glowing craft.
I want to lift off too
rise from last year's ashes
to leave this planet
she left me stranded on
and return home
so she can show me
the drawings she did
while I was gone
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