Wow look at me not doing any homework. And stressing about having too much homework.
Blood is thicker than water but maple syrup is thicker than blood so technically pancakes are more important than family.
When she died, men in labcoats like angel-wings
spread her, perished,
on a silver table -
and with ceremonial scissors, carved her flesh.
Delving into her gut, they made lists of their discoveries:
there were poems,
whole inky poems stuck in her ribcage like kites in a tree –
the words whispered when they were pulled into the air,
the coroner held them up for all the doctors and nurses to hear.
Next, they searched her kidneys, finding them full of cobblestones and paving-stones,
leaking dust from a far-off city. They were piled beside the cadaver,
a strange, small pyramid.
There were photographs filling her stomach,
memories - laughing voices, bare feet –
in the liver, and music filling the heart.
Next, from her veins, they pulled a string of quotations.
Printed words underlined in blue ink, phrases she’d whispered to herself at 3 AM.
They were worn from frequent use.
And so, the breakthrough came: HUMANS ARE THOUGHTS
blood and bone, cells and atoms - were irrelevant,
the doctors decided, in the face of laughing life.
And at the time of death,
so breakthrough article in the medical journal proclaimed,
we are nothing but the sum of all we love.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
Just only 13 years old, Zev (Fiddle Oak) creates a fantasy dreamland through his photographs. His camera is named Betsy. Zev’s sister and assistant Nellie is 17. They enjoy working and creating together. The magic of Fiddle Oak cannot be described in words; no word that already exists can accurately sum up the extreme talent and wonder of Zev and Nellie.