From Delilah Supreme Creator Vi Poem by Morgan Michaels

Things showed her hepatitis-naive. The vaccine was good, he explained, for people who were 'out there'. Not her, necessarily, he added, quickly.

He gulped and went on.

He explained the series of three innoculations...and so forth. She nodded and appeared to get it. Again, he was impressed with the change in her- how focused and down to earth she now was. She seemed like anyone, like everyone. But not for long, for her driftier person soon resumed, like Io, he thought, contemplating future mishaps. She grinned, and he found himself again staring into the bottomless wells of her blue, blue lenses. Straightening her ears, she said:

'Is that all'?

'Unless there's something else'.

'And, the vaccine'?

'You want it'?

'I do'.

He scribbled a script and handed it to her..

'I'll be back', she smiled, happy, 'with the vaccine'.

Suddenly, he felt great good will.

'Anytime'.

She disappeared out the door.

Watching her go, he sighed,

'The only difference between schizophrenia and genius is that one has the means to implement its dreams; before there was a Brooklyn Bridge, there was the idea of a Brooklyn Bridge'.

With that, he shut the chart, and hollered

'Next'.