Thrasher's Call

When I was a child, and my siblings and I fought like children in the backseats, we weren’t taught to fix it by drawing up the invisible lines between your seat and mine, and fighting over incursions; we learned instead to reason, not like children, but like siblings, each blessed with a seat, along for the ride, because really, there’s just not enough space in the sprawling van for selfish bickering.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never been able (though I’ve become a man), to think like adults or reason like adults, who try to resolve their disputes by speaking, frankly, like children drawing and fighting over their own invisible lines on soil.