Thursday, April 16, 2009

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.

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