Daphne Poem by Morgan Michaels

Daphne is talking with her mother, Gaia.


G Child-

D Yes, ma?

G You worry me.
Get with the program, already.
Take off your shoes, walk through the cow flops while they're
Warm. Get your feet dirty-
Haven't you picked enough flowers?

D No! Leave me be.
If I picked a billion flowers, it wouldn't be enough.
I don't wanna get no disease.

G The disease is Life-it's good. Get it!

D I don't wanna.

G Daphne, nobody wants to but everyone does.
Sooner or later.
You'll be sorry if you don't.
And, Daphne, I want grand-children!

D Yeah, I know about Life-
First you get the disease, then you get immune.
Then you get it again but it taint like before
Finally, you're totally immune.
You can't get the nice disease, again.
You get bored and dutiful.
Isn't that the way it works?
Forget it! Life's fine. It's immunity I hate.

G Love the disease, Daphne, It's a lovely disease!
Love getting it! It's not so bad.
Immunity or none.

D If it's so great, why don't it just kill you with joy?
Why don't we just die.
Who needs immunity?
I like anticipation better-eternal anticipation.
So, I'll just pick flowers, thank you.
Sorry, mom- no kids.

G Don't be proud, Daphne.
You think too much, you do.
Well, think about this:
Leukippos loves you! If you miss this chance....

D That's nice. But...