Ode to Carl Sagan (0.7 pdf file)
Ok, I was writing with these two Real Writers with my chest all puffed up like “I’ve Arrived, biotch!” and then the guy one says something about how he adored/worshipped Carl Sagan as a child. AND THEN I HAZ A SAD. An inexplicable SAD. “Oh for Chrissakes, what’s the matter with you now?” my Inner Mother inquired compassionately. So I thought about it. And I wrote this poem.