I love it when the weather forecast says chance of rain, and it’s already raining. I want to throw something out the window, and watch it grow. First I think maybe the end of these dandelion greens, but there are no seeds. Then I realize oh, my life here so far. Have I learned anything?
When I was a kid, I had a cactus that hurt
me, so I threw it out the window. By the end of the summer, this cactus had
multiplied all over the garden, and this gave me hope. Kind of like when I was
younger, and I cut a worm into pieces, and then there were two worms, maybe
even three. Except then I realized that worm was dead. I had killed it. I didn’t
want to kill anything ever again. I stepped over anthills, and when I could I watched
the ants build entire cities, wondering what I looked like to them.
This city that is and
isn’t a city, but I guess that’s what every city is becoming now, a destination
to imagine what imagination might be like, except for the lack.