All My Tomorrows That Are Not Mine
Maxwell studied his face in the glass for a while. It was definitely his face. And yet… some little thing about the nose bothered him. The shape of his nostrils, maybe? And was it possible his eyes should be closer set? Why was he having so much trouble remembering exactly what he looked like? Had he just never paid attention?
Nursery rhymes, weather bureau web pages, / where do you get the news, how do you survive / when cotton candy clouds deceive us? / They weigh fifty elephants each. / We’ve always feared the sky. / Didn’t Zeus employ Atlas to shoulder / the weight, to keep his concubines / from being crushed flat?
A good salesman facilitates the process, brings the customer in, imbues the customer with confidence that they’ve made the right decision. A good salesman loses sleep so the customer doesn’t. These things, these personal computers, they’re like toasters. The customer sits down with the little instruction book and ten minutes later, they eat a perfect slice of toast. Done. Finito. No hovering salesman necessary.
Magnificent Obsession: Spring in the Garden
I often ponder what my neighbors must think of me, knowing how much time I put into my tiny little patch of mother earth. How to explain that when the news is heartbreaking, that when things are not what I would wish even in my own home, turning to the comfort of riotous orange and cool purple, of worms churning in freshly turned soil is a priceless comfort? Finding beauty wherever I turn my eyes is consolation for the ugliness of the world.
“It is my job to train you to become the best possible henchmen that you can be. Those of you who make it through this program will have what it takes to become henchmen for mad scientists, drug lords, criminal masterminds, or any number of overlords with plans for world domination. In the meantime, you will obey my orders. Is that clear?”
Our Radiation Babies
Those not stillborn are in great agony. / The doctor holds up their forearms to the camera, / oozing yellow sores. / Such would poison give birth to / were it suitably fertilized. / And it was.