Two Poems Because It’s Late
I think you’re great,
the way you dance and
that one time when you broke your ankle while dancing
you didn’t complain at all, just lay there like a swan,
pale and outstretched,
while we panicked.
* * *
When the aliens attacked
they came in spaceships shaped like raisins.
It’s kind of embarrassing, but we assumed we’d kick their asses
because of that one, slim fact.