there’s space between us in the real world, too,
I remember. three feet, it’s meant to be, a kick’s distance away, because if anyone comes any closer you become too easy to grab. now the amount has doubled, & I’m not sure how much six feet is meant to be (I can’t measure it in kicks anymore) so just: the height of the boy you sit next to in chemistry, the wingspan of a great blue heron (I googled that it’s not as if I know the wingspan of birds, but yesterday I taught my brother what a robin is & on top of having a red stomach it’s also the state bird & I studied it in third grade but I’d rather have studied the mountain laurel [state flower] which kills you if you burn it, or someone told me that once and I never bothered to fact check them & maybe I’ll make them my favorite flower, just after dandelions) also it’s more fun to imagine that they really CAN kill you & that half of our class almost died at Nature’s Classroom when a girl nearly used a mountain laurel to roast marshmallows, and left for New Jersey, (I think New Jersey, my memory keeps getting worse) and I miss her. really. |