No heaven, says the atheist.
No atheists, states the priest.
Your life is in my capable hands,
says the surgeon.
The smell of (too-early) summer in the air,
I want new tennis shoes,
to run faster, jump higher,
to soar, to be twelve again.
Lack of motivation keeps me
tied to this chair, this screen.
I should write a memoir
in 140 characters. Or less.
I just did.
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