sitting cross-legged on the floor bare right foot over left knee, tilting the controls like that will give you more control as a kart hurtles down rainbow road— ever the hardest track, but the one to which every child comes back time and again—and to think some of us will live there, will love in prisms of light with no railings, sit among the stars and fold paper cranes when people ask us to explain our pride as if they have never heard of love.
when you fall off the edge everything goes dark but in this life the ghosts don't float you above it all to get your bearings back; somehow you have to do it without the benefit of afar; the stars don't spin around your head while you count your scars; in this life the ghosts are dead.
I turned off the TV, I watched a bird cross the street, scurrying on its little feet and hopping onto the curb. It did not use its wings once. It does not need to see things from far away like I do.
once we realize that we are not small, this is our world and we can act to change it. if you live in a state whose senator voted "no" to background checks, contact your local representatives expressing your concern about civilian ownership of military-grade weapons. make our voice loud.