FREQUENT FLYERAn Indian stewardess enters holding a baby infant girl.
The Indian stewardess falls to worship me
as I toss the flesh of the Chinese toddler aside
focusing on the living baby infant girl in my hands.
I have crossed the point of no return.
I cannot return.
I can’t go back.
But more importantly,
I don’t want to go back.
The Indian stewardess speaks the words
to begin my necessary evil,
the conquest of the human species,
“I WORSHIP YOU, MICHAEL.”
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