I learned about canned
margaritas from the show Evil –
it’s about a team of paranormal investigators
for the Catholic Church.
The main character, Kristen, had climbed Mount
Everest, graduated with a PhD in Psychology, gave birth to four
daughters, was in her thirties, and found solace
in margaritas in a can.
I wondered how a person could
accomplish so much by that age,
but I realized this is a fantasy show,
and it’s not close to reality.
She has the hots for the priest
while they investigate paranormal
activity, possessions, demons,
and Evil.
I tried the margaritas in cans, and they’re
the perfect blend, not like
when I try to mix them myself.
I find when I drink the margaritas,
I have the desire to find
Evil -
where it’s lurking,
hiding,
so, I can get a dose of
excitement
in an otherwise boring life.
On Fridays, after I finish work,
I can look for aliens
depositing toxic mold in Earth houses,
poisoning people
and spreading evil.
I pay attention at my job
to the doctor’s discussions about
psychiatric patients,
and dream of transforming their tragedies
into sci-fi.
I will continue to sip the margaritas and search
for Evil, and a hope for a more interesting
life.
If I can’t live one, at least I can
write about it.
Shannon O'Connor holds an MFA in Writing and Literature from Bennington College. She has been published previously in The Rye Whiskey Review, as well as Wordgathering, Oddball Magazine, 365 Tomorrows and others. She is the chairperson of the Boston Chapter of the National Writers Union. She writes sci-fi based on stories she has heard, but changes them, so people can't recognize themselves. Or at least she hopes.

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