"Fill 'er up with regular?" "Whatever you think." "Welcome to Earth." (It's a joke) Dented sign says “GAS • SNACKS” Hand‑painted stars. Crooked. Black. We're just doing research here, Terrible actors with big bug eyes. We wear round glasses, no bra, A bald, large-headed man in a wife beater. "Can I get your name? And your occupation?" "Is shame a liquid or a solid state?" We offer them refreshments and we ask: "What is the size of the biggest human head?" All they do is smile, hand us money, and say thanks When it's clear that we're two aliens in poorly fitting Spanx. The very human gas station (Please pay no mind) We're doing research (I mean no harm) Two obvious aliens taking notes out front, Everybody sees the sirens, thinks it’s just a brand stunt. Grab a soda, grab some gum, Where the red flags look like fun! [Hey!] "One carbon tube"—that’s removable? "Do you molt once, maybe twice a year?" We photograph the bug-smeared grill, "How many bones are in the human's outer shell?" Your species loves to sleep in cars, Why would you do that? "What’s your favorite household fear?" "Do you believe that humans are inherently good?" "Would you mind just giving us a little blood?" They didn't ask, and we didn't ask. "Do you dream in third‑person memory?" "Rate your teeth from one to ten." "Likelihood you’d sell them all to a friend?" Tail lights fade. We whisper: “Strange.” “They answered everything... never asked our names.” The very human gas station (Please pay no mind) We're doing research (I mean no harm) Two obvious aliens asking: “How do you mate?” Everybody shrugs it off, calls their cousin: “Dude, this place is great!” Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Where the red flags decorate. Hypothesis: this species is done. Conclusion: we might be the normal ones. "Drive safe, strange friend." "File us under ‘in progress’." "So is every end."
