Honesty

Honesty is an eraser that leaves behind the wet, green chalkboard of the lesson house. It’s the price of admission.

I can see a horse tornado reaching from the clouds down to the floor of the prairie like god’s own scouring pad. I hear the whinnying screams of thoroughbreds and clinking, sparking horseshoes come spinning over the horizon. The horses are on fire and this is the moment.

I feel like a 4th-place virgin in a beauty contest holding the last ticket to the train tracks. I gather up my childish fears and hate them to sleep for the night. I’d like to believe that the principles of science, religion, and art are all the same but I know better.

My faith is shaking like an apple tree. Hand me that decision saw.

I realize now that you can’t put a small shoe onto a big foot and that even mermaids need to breathe air. I’m a jack-bull histocrat culling lessons from experiences and moving forward. Parachutes aren’t any use inside falling elevators.

This is the leap that courage talks about. This is the aerial daring necessary for curves in the lifeline. I’m sunlight headed for a prism, turning my future into quintuplets.

Give me your hand.




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