My Time on Venus

At the bus stop 

in between cigarettes

Monica asked me to justify Wonder Bread

and I, already in love,

rammed my explanation into a wall of futility

garnished it with childhood nostalgia

and punctuated it with Annie Hall inflection. 

Ultimately missing her point exactly

while acrobatically persuading strangers

of my insanity.

I don't even want to know.

But I doubt my time on Venus was spent well--

as it ended with a fall back to Good Old Planet Earth

where even my own fingernails seem weird

and most children have already said some form of the F word.