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Villanelle for San Diego Comic-Con Regrets

I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year,
and every time you ask me I’m reminded
that instead of standing in long lines I’ll just be sitting here.

I will not be the very first to hear
the latest comic news, at least not until it’s tweeted.
I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.

I will not see the costumes that appear
on the awkward and undeodorized
standing in long lines. I’ll just be sitting here.

I wish that you and I could grab a beer
after getting all 160 issues of Ultimate Spider-Man signed,
but I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year

Think of me when you are hanging out near
Joss Whedon, or Katee Sackhoff, who you think you spotted
while standing in long lines; I’ll just be sitting here.

On the bright side, I don’t have to worry about finding a tear
on my rare exclusive SDCC variant cover. So to everyone who asked:
No, I will not be at San Diego Comic-Con this year.
Instead of standing in long lines, I’ll just be sitting here.

Jabba’s Palace — San Diego, 2010

Her hair is French braids, not Cinnamon Buns
wrapped warmly around her small elfish ears,
and her snow white skin glistens, a new kind
of hope, exposed to the heat of two suns.

But soon I see beyond her bright breast,
whose curves are lined with serif’d gold,
and the flow of maroon, like a cape from
her waist, and I can’t help but notice the rest:

a belly with rolled yellow flesh that would seem
to be more at home on a Hutt, with bulges that
spill out from the top of her way too small boots.
You’re not the Slave Leia I saw in my dreams!