Tonight's Poet Corner: May Fourth
May Fourth by Belinda Roddie Mommy, when will I become a Jedi and fly to Dagobah to meet Yoda, where he'll teach me how to lift ships out of swamps and let me give him a piggyback ride through the dense, hot miasma of the planet he's exiled himself to? Can I find Han Solo or Rey in the Millennium Falcon? She's got it where it counts, Mom, and I want to be in that metal hull hurtling thousands of miles across a galaxy far, far away. Can I pick the color of my lightsaber? Will it be blue or green or purple? It can't be red because those are for Sith, and I look at the howling masks of Vader and Ren and know that I don't want a metal veil covering my face. I want to feel the Tatooine heat on my back, watching its two suns set as my tunic bristles against my robe, and when the whine of turbine engines gets louder, I know that the Rebel Alliance is here again, ready to carry me away to jungles and forests and snowy plains, so I can confron