the origin of things

it began early. we had this fantastic metal push-pull machine as kids, my dad would drag it from the back porch, set it out in the yard under the stars and we'd each get on one end, sit in the chair and grab on the handle bar. push with your feet pull with your arms pull with your arms, the opposite person your mirror, pulling when you are pushing, laughing as we began a faster spin round and round and round we go rush rush rush the stars go round and round giggles and mirth and rush rush rush. and dad would stop and enjoy his little girls' laughter. maybe knowing, but probably not, that we already loved the rush rush rush. as he did then and still does now in his own way. and it was something we would continue to seek. especially me, the elder by 16 months. the "smart" one. the one who cringed when people stopped and looked with wonder at her younger sister full of sugar words for her and saccharine for me. the one who enjoys the things too early too young for these things. and ever the tease. ever the one who craves attention, any kind, for the power the intoxication of it. i wonder- would things be different if my little sister had been a funny looking little thing like myself? people just don't know that little kids know. by feeling for timbres and echos. listening to the things adults can't hear, busy rationalizing their tones to keep going and going and going. a culture of soma addicts fighting over who is god who is good who deserves it who likes it too much may he be shunned and ostracized and cast out of the rush rush rush for more. more sex more love more food more drinks more drugs more cars more shoes more rush rush rush.