We couldnít grow, so we ate seeds. We wore platform shoes, hopped in place
and took pictures so the blur appeared to be legs. We avoided preservatives,
but it was obviously too late. We drank absurdity by the case when we could
find it at Costco. Small dogs sniffed our legs but refused to hump us. Cats
avoided our televisions. None of us did our homework, and yet we all
graduated. Time became an enemy to which we all conceded. Our thoughts were
not our own, and that was fine as long as we didnít have to dwell on it.