they don't even know we're lying

i told a woman

once,

that i met online

that i used to be an astronaut.

that i had

gone to the moon.

she believed me.

why not?

i posted pictures of me

standing

next to the lunar

landing

module and the American

flag,

in proud salute,

as the blue marble

of earth floated

in the background.

she invited me to one

of her fancy

parties up on Foxhall

road.

she said

i'd be an interesting guest

to include

with her assortment

of politicians

and generals,

movie stars and the rest.

i didn't go though,

because i had already booked

a party with

former workers

for Ringling Brothers,

having told them i used to

get shot out of a cannonball

back in the day,

in the big tent.