Otherworldly

A poem about someone who has tried so hard to fit in on Earth.

I want to live in the hollow of your collarbone.
I want to plait thirteen braids into your hair.
You make my brain create new
Colours just so I can see you.

God, you are beautiful.
The way you have been sculpted
Is not from earth
But from Pluto and your

Eyes are blue because they miss
Home
And your
Feet are turned because they’re not
Walking home

You are no more abnormal than any of us
But you are from Pluto so your
Legs are uneven because
Your home is smaller, you know
The sphere affects more

And I always knew it.
I was suspicious at first.
But now there is nothing in this world I would
Rather do than lie knee to knee
Shoulder to shoulder
Forehead to forehead
With an alien from outer space.