The Imagination is Delightful
I. Apple Juice
Hammock Lapdog
I’m picturing
myself passing the time with apple juice
in a hammock
while petting a lapdog. Growing up
they said
wishful thinking was bad since I would become
comfortable only
living in my imagination, but they also
said that having
an imagination was vital, and they acted
like that rule
was steadfast. Now, I don’t own a lapdog
or a hammock and
I’m pretty sure I finished all
the apple juice
this morning. I’m imagining again,
and I want people
to validate me, but I’m reaching the age
where not
everyone will approve of everything I do.
II. Not Right
A philosophy
student trying to be provocative felt the need
to clarify that
there’s a difference between subjectivity
and fact, as if
no one has ever had that thought. When
someone is
influenced by personal opinions
they aren’t
telling a universal truth, she said. My personal opinion
living in the
imagination is delightful. If it’s true
to me, why isn’t
it fact? Why can’t a subjective truth
exist? I want to
know why I can’t live in a world
of imagined
things, but I get distracted reading the
philosophers,
and I can’t listen to people being irritating
for the sake of
being infuriating, and Matt
sings that his
mind’s not right, his mind’s not right.
I smile and nod
in solidarity and picture myself
jumping on my
bed, but that’s still imagining.
Jessica Hayworth lives in Nevada Colin Drohan lives in New York
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