Month: March 2017

I was only two my mother didn’t see me I  was ran over, I was rushed to tho hospital I could see the guilt on my mums face I was crying , that’s how i lost my right leg. I’m now fifteen and have never not come last. That’s why i’m always last but today is different alwayslasst is an organisation where people like me can do what we love most race, the gun shot seems like heavy metal I speed up on my crutches I win the race, I see my family smiling at me “YES!” I yell to everyone.

Back when I was young enough to invent and trust in my own Boy Scout knot, I tied a tape-recorder to a turtle’s shell and set it free. The first hard rain must’ve broken the flimmsy thing, but I like to pretend it recorded the rain without breaking. This way, if the turtle ever returned, I could listen to the silent sounds teeter throughout the hum of the forest Maybe I’d hear my voice as a child telling him not to go too far. Or maybe I’d only hear him passing through the tall grass and, very slowly, going too faar.