Lillee Reminds Me

I haven't posted about those imaginary
cyotes in a while . . .

If I had twins,
Twin A would relate this vision to me
over McDonald French Fries:

"I was thinking. [Munch Munch] I was
a leader in a war.
And people were getting shot.
[He would begin to gaze off at this point.]
I drove my tank in front of them.
To protect them.
Then [he would look at me] I turned around
and shot at the other guys.
I died."

I would give a side glance to my 14ish-daughter,
who would lift her eyebrows at me.

Twin A would take a drink of milk.

"I was thinking that I would have to be a leader
[Twin A would start again]
because they wouldn't let me do it."

"Wow." I would simply comment.
Then reflect on the cold medicine I had been taking.