We went to the place where the whale was pretending that she was really a dolphin. Where distance is measured in beanbags and holes, and time is measured in bottlecaps.
We each told the story of how we became the vulnerable creatures we are. We loosened our lips with blue label pumpkins and said our goodbyes to inadequate towels and flags that don’t reach for the top of the pole.
The old man was sweating and sleeping on top of an ironing board.
It is no surprise that he kept falling off and
It is no surprise that such fragile things break and
It is no surprise that broken things can’t always be put back together and
It is no surprise that we will keep trying