Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Darth Vader’s Day at Teletech

Darth Vader answered the com in his best falsetto,
practically singing,
“This is Teletech. My name is Darth Vader. How may I help you?”
The Emperor hovered,
always shaking his head disapprovingly.
Vader pretended his breathing wasn’t ragged,
that his fists weren’t clenched and sweaty.
“Yes, well, there are two community centers on Dantooine,
do you know which one I should connect you with?”
The com call ended with a hiss and then
somehow it was his turn to answer again.
“I’m Darth Vader, how may I help you?”
Printer problems.
“Have you tried plugging it in…no wait…I’m not insulting you.
Is the power strip on?”
The e-mail in front of him started blinking;
it had been over twenty minutes.
Vader muted himself as Palpatine approached.
“Make sure you keep the subject header the same–
I’ve gotten rid of people for less,” the Emperor sneered.
Vader tapped at the e-mail and unmuted himself,
“Ma’am does it turn on now?”
kim author pic 1Kim Malinowski received her B.A. at West Virginia University and her M.F.A. at American University. She is currently a student of The Writers Studio. Her work has appeared in Mad Poets Review and Mythic Delirium, and is forthcoming from Literature and the Arts, and others.

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