Hansel & Gretel Spot Batman In The Produce Section

Said Gretel to Hansel, "Honey, why can't you
Be a man like him, all latex, irate, fit?"
Batman wanted someone, though he didn't know who

could satisfy his knightly desire. Maybe blue-
berries would fix his internal shadow. "Accept it?"
Gretel asked Hansel by the bananas. "Darling, you

refuse to accept your role as a man. You refuse
my kisses. You refuse my macramé. I hate this."
Batman, wanted, though he didn't know by whom,

stood alone pondering a gallon of grapefruit juice.
He eyed the quiet man, the crying woman. "Except
for that witch," Gretel said to Hansel, "Honey, you

just don't get it. I don't want a superhuman
change. Even romantic pizza would suffice."
Batman wanted someone, though he didn't know who.


No One Mentions Marriage Around Me

I'm thirty-one this August, and people at parties
Won't ask why I'm single, if I want to go out with her friend.
They've learned I love the sound of my own silence.
Or maybe they guess I'm queer. Is it because I'm a man?
It's their eyes, quick glances at no ring, laughing
At married jokes and talk of late-night arguments just a little too loudly,
When I'm around, and subtle gifts like Tupperware, flowers,
How-To-Find-The-Perfect-One playing cards. Do they think
I'm an idiot? Maybe a savant? A savant of unwillingness
Or The Savant of Alone. I don't know. I want to ask why
Is it illegal to stand in the corner with my pickles and what's so great
About fighting over fabric softener or which dream to let live?
Not that I don't need love; it just doesn't need to pee
On the seat or leave its long hair in the drain. Does it?


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