Recent news reports revealed that U.S. Navy fighter pilots are noticing a drastic increase in encounters with unidentified aerial phenomena. These pilots make no speculation about what they saw. They just saw what they saw. That is that.

Little white Tic Tacs, crosses of light, shapes consuming other shapes, consuming the horizon, consuming the consumed, consuming c-c-c-c– 

These encounters have grown so frequent that the Navy is revising their guidelines to make reporting the unknown less taboo, and speaking of that,

it is midnight. You and I are in Pittsburgh, outside of PNC Park. Under the tall bronze statue of Roberto Clemente, we watch the fog over the green Allegheny River. Our eyes follow a flock of gulls, who are following giant lump of trash floating down the river. Their collective gaze is unsettling, but it’s better than looking elsewhere. If we look up, we see a sky blotted by city lights. If we look behind us, we see the massive, detailed ass of the massive, detailed Clemente statue.

You talk about the pilots’ reports, about how our brains would struggle to fathom a speeding sphere encasing a cube. I don’t believe in aliens, but I also don’t like to think about whether these horrors are man-made. If they are man-made, I’d find them much more frightening. Like Tesla warned, we may live to see man-made horrors beyond our comprehension and speaking of that,

neither of us have any idea how we got to PNC Park in the first place.

We stop thinking about all that complex shit. It is much more pleasant to watch the birds, enthralled by the waste and the water.



Sheena Carroll (aka miss macross) is a Pittsburgh-based writer who enjoys taking naps. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Philosophical Idiot, FreezeRay, Sad Girl Review, and others. Her first chapbook, MISS MACROSS VS. BATMAN, was published by CWP Collective Press in 2018.

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