You
were given a plastic spoon with
which
to dig. It’s okay, China is a place
you
will probably never visit anyway.
You
have come to believe that with
every
breath you take, a lightning bolt
strikes
the earth somewhere.
When
the teacher called on you in the
fifth grade, you complained that there
were
too many words to memorize.
It’s
just not fair that the baby bird fell
out
of the nest unfortunately before it
developed
the ability to fly.
You
stood in front of the class as a
nervous
sweet rolled down your chest,
having
forgotten the next line.
It
was then you realized the cruelty of it
all. And this was only another beginning,
not
the end.
Chris
Hanch 8-2-17
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