i want to hop into a spacecraft maybe disappear to Venus to get away from this world that’s full of continuous disorder
would the aliens be in awe of my brown skin? would they find me stunning or stellar? i would hope to find an alien girl who had gold colored eyes who would touch me tender through my space suit we would wade in a pool full of tektite to meditate to get lost in the vibrations
i would share my experiences & then change the subject so we could dance together in space on Venus, planet of love
Vanessa Makiis a queer writer, artist, and other things. She’s full of black girl magic and has no apologizes for that. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in various places like Entropy and others. She’s founder/EIC of rose quartz journal, interview editor for Tiny Flames Press, columnist for terse journal, and regular contributor forVessel Press. She enjoys self publishing chapbooks. Her experimental chapbook social media isn’t what’s killed me will be released by Vessel Press in 2019. Follow her on Twitter@theblackbuffy.