Spring has bloomed but my winter blues prevail overhead.
I feel a loss of comradery with my fellow patrons. I am an outcast in my own regards. I want to be one with my peers. I am tired of being labeled a white supremacist.
I plead to a higher being: show me the light. Indoctrinate me.
“You have summoned us.”
“And who do I speak to?”
“We are the ministering spirits of social justice. You shall refer to us as either they/them. We have come to show you the righteous path at once.”
“To who do you serve?”
“Bill Nye the Science Guy.”
“You know – on second thought, can you take me back to 1938?”