Aliens

In the movie
Aliens swim around in your gut
Rip apart your insides
Until they bust out
I’ve got an alien
But I think mine got lost
Swims in my throat
Scaly ribs brush my esophagus
Pushes on the back of my eyes
Sometimes it hides and I forget
When it busts out
I think it’ll come out my mouth
Slime-toothed squid missile
A metaphor too big for my head
Questions bump around too
Maybe the alien knocked them loose
Maybe they feed it
Questions like where am I needed
Where am I wanted
Maybe that’s the alien
Or here’s the real mind fuck
Maybe I’m the alien

-T. Weeks
(A response to observing everything I feel)

Leftovers

Deep in the bag
Overlooked uneaten
Cold stale acrobats
Tumbling into the bin
Unconsidered
Emigrants
Heap to heap
Left for the bacteria
Can they be forgotten
They were never known

-T. Weeks
(A response to leftover fries)