Scully, I Saw Elvis In A Potato Chip Once

 

Last night I pulled a horror through a hole

in time. From space! You should've seen

 

it. The way I unfolded everything. The way

it unfurled across my coffee table, before I bashed

through. Just so I could show you

 

that anything may exist. I was scared, at first,

when its tentacles, that were hanging

where a mandible should be, swallowed my hand

 

in a slime soaked greeting.Then it told me

not to pray to things in the sky, but rather

to pledge allegiance to creatures

 

pulled from wormholes. They won't lie,

not to you. Not to me either, I don't think.

 

Anyway, I put on my fancy clothes today

to tell you I was right all along. You're welcome.

 

First published in Luna Luna, 2017