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Panspermia: Life hidden in drifting

space dust; scatterings of queer DNA


awash in the high heavens. Begetting

the ones zealots fear on Earth. Castaway,


satyr, witchling; this would explain but not

excuse my lecherous bursts. The drama


of throat fucking in public. Your distraught

¡Oi!” as you wear my cum like mascara.


There is no ill will in our tribe. We hunt

all who love their carnal but odd essence.


Xenolibido. “Whores of Babylon,”

the saved sneer. No, try Betelgeuse. Try cunt.


Try cock. Try us all. But they won’t. Not once;

their junk genes come from dullest of god-spawn.



Besides being a great name for a drag queen, panspermia is a theory that life on Earth originated from alien DNA drifting on galactic winds, searching for a suitable environment to call home. The plot of the 1978 remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers explains that the pod people came to Earth in the form of gelatinous creatures able to survive in the vacuum of outer space. I tend to fall on the side of astrobiology and ask for some actual proof before announcing that something is possible, but I do like playing with the idea in poetry. People who are very very keen on the idea of extraterrestrials tend to point to Fermi’s Paradox (which more or less states, “Empirical evidence is for Sucka MCs/ P-Funk’s Mothership Connection puts/ the xy chromosome in sexy”) and speculative fiction as to why they got a D- in high school science but an B+ in creative writing (naming no names, of course).