We couldn’t grow, so we ate seeds. We wore platform shoes, hopped in place and took pictures so the blur appeared to be legs. We avoided preservatives, but it was obviously too late. We drank absurdity by the case when we could find it at Costco. Small dogs sniffed our legs but refused to hump us. Cats avoided our televisions. None of us did our homework, and yet we all graduated. Time became an enemy to which we all conceded. Our thoughts were not our own, and that was fine as long as we didn’t have to dwell on it.

C.L. Bledsoe