she kisses me,
downs her drink,
and leads me
by the hand
to a strange land.
of course, she is LA,
but of course she lived in Brooklyn,
and of course she's read Vonnegut
by the light of moonbeams,
an obvious symptom
of living beyond us normals.
the surface of Jupiter
looks like wood, she says.
she makes great arrows.
I epilate her legs.
she's got a NuvaRing,
and a nipple ring,
but I still only know
her middle name.