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so we had to invent him. The most expensive
public art project ever built. Or it was at the time
anyway. My cousin’s neighbor welded
some of the animatronics. Your uncle’s
ex-husband programmed the scepter,
its lightning randomizer. This kicked ass.
I thought it was worth it even just
for all the new species of birds issued
daily. The fifth and sixth seasons.
The midweek weekend. I didn’t mind
the pronouncements, I’d never kept track
of rules in the first place. The sky widened
and, for the first time, became the same
blue all the way across. This upset people.
They stood in long lines for the microphone.
Nothing sold faster than all those
municipal bonds to build a Heaven
to put him in. Someplace he’d stay quiet.
Somewhere out of the way.
