Eve Lyons is a thirty-something married woman living in Boston MA. For money she is an expressive arts therapist, for love she is a poet, fiction writer, and playwright. She has been previously published in Fireweed, Labyrinth, Barbaric Yawp, Women’s Words, Concho River Review, Women, Sapphic Ink, Texas Observer, Houston Literary Review, Word Riot, and two different anthologies.
Star Wars Love
By Eve Lyons
My spouse is obsessed with Darth Vader. She wanted to get married in her Darth Vader helmet, and I have to keep fighting off her attempts to wear the helmet to bed. The main reason I would never agree to this is that it would mean I am Amidala, and that would mean either I am dead or our love is dead, or both. I am, at heart, deeply superstitious. I never wanted to be a princess anyway. When I was a kid, I never wanted to be Princess Leia–I wanted to be Han Solo, traveling the galaxy unattached, having adventures. Or R2-D2, because he always had all the answers. In fact, I think I am more C-3PO than anything. Constantly worrying and a little nervous, with tons of useless knowledge. And if I am C-3PO, I think that means my spouse is actually R2-D2, because they’re pretty much a couple. Maybe I should get her that costume and have her start wearing it to bed.
That was fun!
Delightful and poignant. I even like how it sits on the page.
HAHA Loved it.