Ahz mah (So what)

my soul + unspoken + curve-ball That summer, hat tilted low  against the glare of your certainty  about who I was and who I could be,  my soul threw an unspoken curve-ball— distracting you with my seemingly wild  trajectory, propelling me beyond  your desperate swing #MetaphorDice

The Filmstrip, 1964 Mrs. Karian showed us a filmstrip about the solar system. In eight billion years,  she said, the earth will fall into the sun and be obliterated. You burst out crying,  and couldn’t stop. Mrs. Karian  sent you to the boys’ room  to get over it.  What are eight billion years when you are six?  I probably heard never , or at least I don’t have to worry about this right now . But maybe you heard when you’re older , or even sometime soon .  And maybe the newness of your being cried out  against the terror  of not being.                                   Wait!—                                  ...