For A Good Time On Mars Poem by Armadillo Poet

‘What is time anyway? '
She asked herself in a mirror,
‘Besides of course that thing
that makes a minor fool of us
For each forgotten detail
And minor obsession'

Maybe, she thought,
It's just a way
to keep track of ourselves
And where to meet people

But surprised by the ringing
On her phone, she was late,
She looked up to realize
She had painted herself
like a martian

‘That will just have to do'
She says
‘Today, I'm a martian'