The sun feels so good today. Mom says the sun can hurt me. But I don’t know why she says that. I feel so happy when the sun touches me. If I get too hot, I just crawl under the lawn chairs and wait until my skin relaxes. She tells me a lot of stuff though. I know she loves me. She tries so hard and always gives me the sandwiches the way I like them right before my shows come on. She fixes my clothes with her hands whenever I need them, even if it is a bad day and her fingers won’t stop shaking. Maybe her fingers shake because she is afraid of the sun. She should just come sit outside on the concrete with me. It is so nice and warm. I love feeling the sun warm the ground and the ground warm my butt. It makes me feel like my insides are just ready to ooze out of me. Then I would just spread all over the ground like when I spill water on a napkin in a restaurant and everyone stares at me. It might be nice to ooze. Maybe mom is afraid of becoming ooze too. Maybe she likes being solid. My dad told me to get a job today. He didn’t say it in his mean voice, but sometimes I can’t tell the difference. When I can’t tell the difference, his hands usually start to shake. But it’s a different shaking. Not like mom’s fingers where they look like they are dancing and she can’t help but just watch. No, dad’s hands shake like they are holding a dog that is barking like crazy and trying to run away real tough-like, but his hands just won’t let it go. So his hands shook and I asked him what kind of job I should get. I never thought about getting a job. I think it’d be fun. But then he just put on his sad eyes and left for his job. Maybe he wants to keep the jobs for himself. That’s okay. I’m just fine without a job, I think. I like just sitting out here in the sun, waiting till my insides boil enough to ooze out of my bones. Oh god, that would feel so nice.
Face illustration by Robey Clark.
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