I saw a UFO
one night
driving half
the state of California.
Middle of the night,
5 freeway empty
aside from us
and a few truckers
trying to make a few bucks
to feed themselves.
I was tired but aware.
The land around us
empty farmlands
low lights
and middle of nowhere
gas stations
straight out of a
Stephen King novel.
I saw lights dance in the skies to my left,
dancing like a
well practiced ballet.
Crop dusters dont
move like that.
Eyes on the road,
eyes on the skies,
I didn't know where to look.
My friends refused to actually
open their eyes and look.
Instead they called me
insane,
half asleep,
they mocked me.
The lights were there
in all their glory
blinding and beautiful.
Gaslit and confused,
eyes on the road
and the lights danced
in my peripheral.
A performance just for me.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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