I had had the answer and it had made people mad
 So I started walking west.

And when I got out west I met a Presbyterian boy
Jaded since age 8

We made love, and the answer lost its crispness.

Later, I was run over

By a born again Christian who would leave her cell phone at home
When we spent time together.

And it was barely visible,

I shook hands with a bright-eyed Pakistani man and
Questions overshadowed

And I wondered

What story to start now that
My old thread was spent.

An alien who both forgot his mission

and

Burned his means of return.