Fake to Real

There is a situation

Where I will be eaten by aardvarks

unless you kiss me amidst the lamentation

of the aardvarks.

It seems unlikely and contrived.

But the truth is a contrivance

raised on folded metal legs

like a praying mantis

that reaches down to kiss you.

The android praying mantis

is a real swooning android.

The moon is a true contrivance

of aardvarks and lamentations.

No narrative is eaten.

The fiction does not tell lies.

The moon sails out of the poem

to the room where you are reading,

about the moon and a kiss

and becoming what you dream,

a round mask on the face of the sky.