Monday, April 20, 2015

I Can Fly (Sort of)

In my dreams I can fly.
I leap into the air, spread my arms and circle above all those other suckers as they look on with concern.
You can't fly if you're not willing to leap.
Here's how it works: At first, you're plummeting: Oh, shit! Big mistake! Call 9-1-1! And then you think, well, I might be able to handle this.
So you flap wildly and wobble and plunge, and then you glide a little, and one day you realize: I am soaring!
And then you hit the power lines, but that's a different story.