You and I? We would have turned out softer if our parents had given us microscopes instead of record players. Notebooks instead of makeup.
Even rifles would have been a safer. They require safety glasses and proper attire. They require us to take aim.
No. They made us out of rock ballads and screenplays. Out of love notes folded up like pigeons. Out of love notes folded up like houses. We imitate what we see.
Please tell me that you like me like they do in the movies. Please tell me that I’m Jack, please tell me you’re Diane.
What did they expect? We’ll turn 40 and look for cytoplasm and nuclei? We’ll wake up and the music will be gone? It’s too late now. It’s part of our diet. We eat it or we starve.