So it seems Kidzworld has a pet seagull named Arthur. The fact this seems fascinating attests to the sheer weight of the boredom inherant in this job. When I’m not being an educator I tend to wish quite a few of them to meager lives full of fast food jobs and walmart style. There is thunder rolling outside like an old theatre sheet shaken backstage. Someone in whitefaced costume standing on a box to wobble the metal into rain. The sound crawls across the sky on shattered thumbtack knees, begging to kill us all. My eyes catch thier breath at the depth of it. It pulls at me, down through my throat to the core. Breathing it in without thought involved. Nothing I can do changes my reaction.
I want to be on a hill under the sky. Stand next to me, this is green grass. Face me and take this that I offer. Hard and the rain falling. Tongues, teeth, urgency calling. Beware me when the lightning hits.