15 September 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 3

Buffy Rerun Poem

It's one a.m. and I'm lying in bed,

watching a rerun of Buffy the Vampire Slayer,

talking to you on the phone.

I tell you Buffy is ice skating,

and you tell me it's the episode from season two

where the assassins come to attack Buffy at the skating rink,

and Angel leaps onto the rink to save her,

and afterwards they kiss

and Angel pulls away in a moment of self-loathing and says,

I still have my vampire face on,

and Buffy touches his bumpy vampire forehead and says,

I didn't even notice.