Allen and Jake

By: Isabelle Morgan

You know those little aliens

The ones who reside 

Behind your eyes

Who senses your stress 

And matches your anxiety

With pushing and pounding 

Confined and content 

In their secret seeing sockets

Perfecting a unique pressure

To maintain that debilitating ache

A constant resistance

An emergency brake

Those fucking aliens

I call mine

Allen and Jake

Will ruin an hour

Might take my whole day

Until I close my eyes

And ask what they have to say