Thu Sep 02, 2010

When Wonder Woman Decided to Try Dating

So Norrin called, and after we got past

his ideas of temperance, and mine of boundaries

without which no relationship can last

he asked if I'd like dinner. I said, “Please”

and since for him disguise was not a choice

I wore the suit and left the dress at home.

Excited by his sexy tone of voice

I wondered what his skin, which looked like chrome

would feel like under lips and fingertips.

At the door I thought his face looked pained.

While flying on his board my right foot slipped.

He clasped me then, his hunger unrestrained.

Forgetting dinner, he took us to the moon.

Remembering, I still can hear him croon.

Wed Sep 01, 2010

How It Came to Be Revealed that Wonder Woman
Carried a Flame for Norrin Radd, a.k.a. The Silver Surfer

August, the monstrous city quiet, emptied

by heat waves and summer's beach-ward rush.

We played a drinking game; Flash brought weed.

Losing, lassoed, I confessed the crush

I'd harbored for the Silver Surfer since

he turned and helped defeat Galactus. Sleek

sexy, self-possessed, deep, a prince

I could bare my soul to, who'd not seek

to tear me down to build a weak self up.

And Oh! the load of suffering he'd endured

the guilt he'd need relief from, a full cup

I'd gladly help him drain. I practically purred.

Next day Flash told all. Soon Norrin phoned

and chastised me for getting drunk and stoned.

Tue Aug 31, 2010

Wonder Woman Hauls the Laundry to the Wash-o-Matic

Of course the Hall of Justice, made by men

lacks the needed hookups for washing machines

the act of cleaning clothes beyond their ken

or outside what they see as their routine.

It's true that they would wear their clothes unwashed.

It's only me who's bothered by the smell

or notices the stain from where they sloshed

the sauce while cooking, sweet with muscatel

or cares that when we dry our hands on towels

they not transmit disease-producing bugs

or when the sheets with too much use get foul.

So I'm the one who loads them up and lugs

all our things down to the laundromat.

I'll find a nice old lady, and we'll chat.

Mon Aug 30, 2010

Wonder Woman Goes Grocery Shopping as Diana Prince
and Discovers that Evil Doesn't Always Carry a Gun or
Wear a Goofy Costume

Clark had shopped the week before, and Bruce

got as little peace as Mr. Wayne

as in the mask and cape. We needed juice

eggs and milk, the stuff to make chow mein

which Brainiac hankered for, and luncheon meats

and bread (we cooked with whole foods when we could

and found kitchen work a sound retreat

from the world we felt misunderstood

us and our endeavor) and snacks for Flash

whose wild metabolism exacted tribute

that would have made the greedy Romans blush.

So I stood reading type minute

enough to be illegible and saw a list of chemicals

on a can of juice, labeled, largely, “All Natural.”