I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
Directions to the Armorer
By: Elder Olson
All right, armorer,
Make me a sword –
Not too sharp,
A bit hard to draw,
And of cardboard, preferably.
On second thought, stick
An eraser on the handle.
Somehow I always
Clobber the wrong guy.
Make me a shield with
Easy-to-change
Insignia. I’m often
A little vague
As to which side I’m on,
What battle I’m in.
And listen, make it
A trifle flimsy,
Not too hard to pierce.
I’m not absolutely sure
I want to win.
In some ways I feel like Linus.
Texas is my blanket.
Lucy, my antagonistic sister, is my fear of failure and not living my life to the fullest (think: my intellectual clock ticking).
Sometimes I wish I could skip the first and go straight to the second, or better yet, the tenth. By the tenth, people know your name and maybe even your hometown and some predilections.
