Apropos of Revelation

(“And apropos of revelation,

I adore being

on Venus with you, darling.”)

(from the poem “Song”, by Jaqueline Michaud)

It is only fair (I suppose) to tell you:

— At 6, I was abducted by aliens,

(I’m pretty sure) and therefore, any and all

Quirks, faults &/or unpleasant idiosyncrasies are Cosmos-related, i.e.

Extra-Terrestrially Induced (ETI).

So don’t blame me,

Nor hold me accountable,

If I need to suck green French herb-infused olives

Immediately prior to and following intimacy

                                                              (of any kind).

— At 12, I ran into a fence (trying to snag

A fly ball in the Little League).

I believe that fence was naturally ELECTRIFIED,

Prophylactically coated with the blood of a local dullard clan,

Polyurethaned, and then sprayed with spinal fluid

                                                                          & synthetic cerebral distance,

 Resulting in my oft referred to smooth & water-resistant infestivity.

— I like cheese in the shower

— At 19, I ran a marathon in Texas

And set several State records

That to this day stand,

Safely unchallenged; remote, unattainable

To all but the most dedicated of trans-species athletes.

—That’s not true (see above).

(To be continued, perhaps, should you desire further disclosure)