Annie Oakley and Me

I think Annie is going to shoot me. She smiles and winks; this is what she does best, the little lady is deadly accurate and pert with it. She takes aim. "Right ear." She says. Bang! Her Winchester explodes my ear. She laughs girlishly tells me to wake up, but the dream is way too interesting and I stand there dripping blood until she magically replaces it. We go to a lake, recline on a mattress of meadow daisies while she relates her life story, I already know it and just want to make out. Annie sings a lullaby a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness. "Would you rather have a 1960's Coup Deville Cadillac or me?" She says suddenly. My hesitant silence speaks volumes. I ask: What color? The feisty gal kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips, then shoots my ear off again.