saskatchawanability
It sits in your lap like vomit after a long night. They scream it at you as you pass by, in a dogmatic flurry of hate. All I can do is tuck it in my breast pocket for a rainy day.
If I could, I would grasp your small cheeks between my palms and press and squeeze and pull, this way an that way, and make you into the person you need to be. But all I can do is caress your eyelid and hope you understand.
He told me he could jump atop skyscrapers. He told me he could bench fifteen people. He told me he could breath under water. And then I grew up and he didn't. So I blew him a final kiss.
Do you know what it is like to sweep a schoolhouse floor? There are pencils, and dust motes scuttling about in fear. Like pills of arsenic, they attack the dark cornere bugs.
The leaf came upon my knee as I sat on the ground. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and observed it for a second. I then put it to my lips and rocketed it up with a gust of air.