At 4
At 4
At 4 my
seeing acuity was
24/24. My bowels praised me daily that I’d
learned how to
use my
right hand well. My bladder was
so impressed, so
excited, that at
age 4, my coordination was
high, he
actually fainted. I was the
best dresserer of
myself. I could see into
brains so
I could see
their world view. What did I see:
crème puffs
rising, blank street
signs, people slurping
cash, the homeless eating the
wealthy, babies running
corporate meetings.
Copyright © Matthew Herfurth | Year Posted 2024
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