Society Islands


When ink smudges look like llamas, or if you really could fly by taping feathers to yourself and moving your arms so fast it hurts, and the time your lunch monitor saw you wiping your boogers on your pants and looked disgusted. And what if time travel was possible and the world's most powerful nation saved itself from international recession by becoming peaceful and what would your mother say if she heard that tone you took with your sister, but who would play doctor for you if there weren't any band-aids in the house, because you never bought any, because you were alone and destined to be so forever and hoped if you cut your finger bad enough with that damn knife you always use for the wrong thing, then maybe, just maybe, possibly, being lonely wouldn't matter any more.

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