Forty jumps
A couple of weeks ago, I took my son to a park with a small stage, maybe a meter high. He saw kids running and tumbling up there, and he
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Thirty Minutes
She gave me thirty minutes of everything that was wrong with me. I took all of it. She wasn't attacking me. She was falling apart near me.
"I'm Good"
A friend used "I'm good" the way people say it to strangers. Smooth, final, polished by repetition. It kept him protected, but also unreachable.
The Sloth on the Books
I drew my father as a sloth on a stack of books. He laughed and hung it up. Only later did I realize the drawing was about me too.
The Answer I Didn't Want
During a psilocybin trip I kept repeating one sentence. It sounded like something you'd find on a candle. I spent years resisting it.
The Only Passenger
First Christmas after my divorce. Empty bus, only passenger, forty minutes through a quiet city. I wasn't heartbroken. That confused me.