Everyone gets all crazy when the sun comes out. Moths are like us. People forget how to walk, they are screaming I am smiling at them, I am robbing cvs.
Everyone has found a baby and the baby has more sense. Blinding ourselves in sublime light reminds us of when we knew god. Babies just know it as light. Spirited but weak, they move toward the hot thing which is the point. Every living thing is doing something weird right now in the park for we have the cosmic excuse. Warm sky gives us license to look up as we haven’t in a season. It tricks our sad faces into burning and into recognition. And I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here, there is no other way!
Published in Dirt Child Vol. 4, 2023.
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