Issue # 10 August 2011
Lois Elaine Heckman
Discovery

When
she
was young,
my daughter
said she did not want
to grow up, because all grownups
lie. She was like a golden kernel of corn: solid,
pure and integral. But we are
corruptible, like
the corn when
it pops
and
puffs
its
pulp
into
distorted
shapes, some going in
one direction, some in others,
while the kernel, in its fragile friability,
shatters into puzzle pieces
impossible to
reshape. My
daughter
was
right.