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2008

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Wonder Woman
David Macpherson

Wonder Woman watches the business lady’s kids. Don’t ask her what the kid’s names are. The names are ridiculous. Unpleasant to the tongue. Courtney. Ashley. Adrian. Poisonous, numbing. When the business lady is out of ear shot, she bestows them with proud Amazonian names. The names of goddesses. She sings them lullabies stolen from her mothers. She wipes their mouths. Their behinds. She folds the pants and bibs. She vacuums the crumbs, sponges the throw up.  She sits with the kids in the front room. She tells them to, “Look out, look outside. My airplane is parked in the yard.” The kids shout, “Where, we don’t see any airplane.” Wonder Woman says, “It’s right there. You can’t see it because its invisible.” The children squeal and clap their hands as if this was a game.