"You must be kidding." She says, "Having the power of life and death isn't enough. You must wonder what other poems are in that book." Hitting me as fast as a hiccup, me resting my weight on my good foot, just staring at her, I say no. She says, "Maybe you can live forever." And I say no. And she says, "Maybe you can make anyone love you." No. And she says, "Maybe you can turn straw into gold." And I say no and turn on my heel. "Maybe you could bring about world peace," she says."