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.

6 April 2010
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