by Eleanor Lerman
Of course nothing is the same
To say that we are “held together by metal and wires” is not an analogy, not a threat to form a movement that will change the world, which we hardly visit anymore, anyway. TV is better So are dreams induced by dreams
These days, we clip the papers and send each other queries, wondering, What would Daddy say? Knowing he would advise sticking with the workers’ union and voting a straight ticket. Then he would put on a vaudeville wig and dance
And there’s Daddy, dancing away…
You say, Really? Another century has already passed? And I have to tell you yes, kiddo—it’s to laugh, don’t you think? Thus, you are the only one who knows me now, why I prefer to be half Vulcan, to fight my battles in the ruins of a planet with two suns and an immortal moon. You are invited to come kick down the doors any time that you’re in town—in any town in any universe near me
Because the way I’m going to tell this story, that’s how it all started in the first place: boy and girl, armed and dangerous, idiots to the end
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