theseasicklumberjack
i wish i was blind just like the bats that fly around my house at night.
that way i would echolocation to find my way around and i wouldn't have to look at your face every day. i would give anything for pale blue irises and a walking cane.
my eyes are locked in the direction of the sun.
my friends and i like to glue the inside parts of our fingers together and pretend we are fetuses becoming developed infants inside the womb. when we break the seals between our fingers and thumbs we feel brand new. my friends are strange.
pistons nervously pump the blood in my veins.
to the tips of my toes. to the whites in my eyes.
kids catching frogs with toy nets and bleached buckets beneath street lamps.
I am one of them and so are you.
my father is a hard working man.
stacking bricks and un-stacking them
then stacking them back up again.
i am just the mud boy admiring the artisan from below the scaffolding.
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