“You are kind,” she said, “but no kiss will restore me.”

“Now take this path home, not the goat trail.”

But some days— a once-child enters my menagerie.

She points to my phone. I hand it over.

“Sorry, it’s a one-pilot starfighter.”

“Try this.”

“Fine, five more minutes.”

“Got a volcano power to take care of ‘em?”

“I’ve never met a relic human.”