We set the bar low, a high jump challenge, not limbo. Memories of our own childhood are streaming through our minds today, secretive trips to the store, collecting coins from each other, spilling them at the register with hopes we counted right, and they are enough. To not be on the receiving side, after years of selflessness has us spinning. To be non-existent in a world where social media crowns almost everyone leaves life hollow. Maybe the echoes are only in my head, but the flatline you sent spins in my gut.
Categories: Poetry