LVIII. Harry Styles

Ive been trying to do it right 

Been living a lonely life 

The Little Martian croons; soft, melodic and melodramatic to himself, while his marmalade cake grows soft beside him . 

The Lumineers soft notes tumble out of my bass heavy speakers and out onto the carpeted floors of my pretty pink room. 

“They really get me “ says the Little Martian solemnly.

His bright pink aran knit sweater gleams against his green skin.

“The Lumineers? “ 

“yes. “

A Spotify ad interrupts his coming of age moment and I bite back a laugh.

Harry croons the chorus to Little Things and the martian sighs

“The English chap too” 

“Harry? “

“Yes , Harry. “ 

“Harry Styles gets you ? “ I ask slowly, testing the waters 

“Yes. “ 

“I see.” 

The Little Martian , from a far off planet, in his purple jackets and bright yellow gumboots , feels understood by Harry Styles. 

I let my earthly brain digest the information.