
…g undone again. The other friend who held out her hand and asked for your heart to then break it in four places and toss it back, barely beating. You started to think that people wanted you returned to manufacturer’s settings because the mess of you is perhaps too much for anyone to bear. They say your family is your kingdom, but what if you have no family? What if your friends want you forever masked and medicated? Then what?
…e it was on fire. Your mother smoked her cigarette down to the filter, and your father played James Taylor’s “Fire and Rain”. A child may not know how to feed itself, or how to find the right instruments to transport food from plate to mouth, but it knows hunger.