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.