Member-only story
a poem.
I was told you were what I wanted.
Lush, green lawn
Spreading long and far,
Everyone scared to step on it.
Only two fingers to touch
and then only to question if it were real.
Tall picket fence,
White,
Just like all my neighbors.
Two kids,
Salaried job I tolerate.
A mortgage,
A car note,
Financed phone,
and furniture.
All in my name
but none of it my own,
Not even my thoughts.
A square peg life being forced
Down a black hole.
Unnatural.
But.
As I’ve grown I’ve realized,
Just because it’s been fed to us since birth
Does not mean we still need to consume.
No more signatures on fragile paper promissory notes.
Or a body so weary from paying them
We no longer have time to just be.
We don’t have to drink from the leaching
Plastic cups that have been given to us.
Rip out the grass and
Plant life sustaining fruit.
Create the dream of your own.
