Butterfly Dreams
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine I recently got the Trump Vaccine, and I wonder what my superpower is going to be. I hope it’s invisibility, but without the turning insane part. When I was first given my appointment to receive Trump’s Miracle Coronavirus Cure my plan was to make fun of the whole process, but, the truth is, it was very well run, leaving me no room for satire. I got in and out of there quickly, both the first time and the second. The fifteen minutes I was required to wait before leaving was uneventful. My arm didn’t hurt so bad. Fever and chills? That’s for lesser mortals like my brother. I bet he cried like a baby. When news of the vaccine was first reported, my father wanted to know who made it, as if it mattered. “Pfizer,” I said. “The same company that makes Viagra?” “Yes,” I told him, wondering how he knew ...