The Blast-Off Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Third woman from the sun
They breathe a different atmosphere there
Here is swearing by vitamin supplements (seven types)
Can you find who lives with animals and stunt their own affections

The rest of the gang piled into the car
They laugh and make mischief without worry like it's 1980
Conversation turns into confrontation by the coat rack
It's you and you alone that is aware of differences

Hang decorations, hang yourself, crinkle shiny wrapping between your fingertips
He says the same thing every year "It's the happiest moment in my life to have you all here"
Somewhere, the blast-off is delayed
Those gathered around the launching pad wander off

Lost woman in her natural habitat
Radio collar not working, feelings are already extinct
Your journeys around a strange and solid pagoda
Are conducted in slow, shuffling purpose