Tell me anything about freedom.

How does it taste? Is it sweet then sour or sour then sweet? Like the candy in my imagined child’s lunch bag we got from Target.

What if tastes metallic—salty? Aged red wine? a rustic machine. Have you ever sucked on a penny?

More importantly—where does it end?

My imagined child went to school today and met a gun for the first time.

Did they think of fight or flight?

Was there an American flag anywhere in the hallway?

Tell me anything your rage?

My imagined child in the backseat. We are driving home safely.

My other imagined child turned 2 today.

I wonder if freedom can be infringed.

It was all becoming real.