A boy stands at the edge of the water. He wears a plastic bag over his head,
it's sealed at the neck. He thinks he'll be able to breathe underwater;
he's wrong. He will drown when he jumps; he cannot swim.
I have long wondered if we sleep at night because it is too dark to hunt or gather.
I'm stuck in the city but I belong in a field.
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