"how do you like your
dysfunctional human?
here i am, dissolving into
the sounds around me,
swirling ceaselessly
into the same madness
i once took pride
in avoiding. yes,
how painfully average
we all become."
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.
She didn’t understand what this meant, so I explained.
The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear.