Double Sonnet For S04E13: Poetry
You shipped them: Mulder and Scully. Some spooky guy hot for aliens, hair flopping tantrums at a bald FBI father figure. Too punk rock for paperwork, he rendezvoused in soft lit parking garages with strangers. She filed the official reports on slick gray creatures, straight-faced in her blazer. Snapped latex glove above autopsy table. Scalpelled […]