Skydive

There are so many people in the world.
I don’t know if that makes global warming worse.
The world’s maybe a big gymnasium.
The more humans breathing, moving, sweating, the hotter the gym gets.
Doing the parachute in gym was my favorite when I was little.
The whole class working together, lifting the parachute up.
Two of us would run under it, switching places.
The parachute became an umbrella.
I look up at the sky and it becomes an umbrella, then a parachute.
Then I become a puppet connected to strings hung from the parachute.
The sky’s falling, and it’s my parachute so I’m falling with it, from it.
The world controlling my movements, skydiving onto a mattress.
I’m seriously thinking about investing in General Motors.

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