Robot Man vs. Devil Ham

We were waiting for something better

but kept coming upon situations

of our own losing.

Well we’ll cross that bridge

when we run from it

and stitch ourselves a kite

from scraps of our own skin.

Now we’re waiting for the wind to rise.

Otherwise we played that hand

a dozen ways from Sunday.

It’s hard to convince anyone

you’re a vegetarian

clutching a drumstick

to beat the band.

I felt like one big erasure

walking into that room

everyone by comparison a panda

or something better.

But I did it anyway

as if it were something to crow about

& it is

& it isn’t.

I felt like that part of a person

that doesn’t come back from a moon launch

but floats around out there orbiting

other stuff that doesn’t come back

from other people.

Orbiting, schmorbiting.

Otherwise known as frozen peas.

But, alas, my x's will tell you different.
My o’s, too.