in second grade, we dressed up as fireflies for a school play.
we were like stars
(that's what the teacher told us)
pinpricks of light in the darkness
we used lanterns to light up our costumes, stored inside them—
we did need light.
a little girl who'd forgotten her medication ran away just before the play
the teachers found her because she'd left her costume glowing.
she smashed the lantern.
"she's crazy," everyone whispered
(no, she was crazy)
i kind of understand.
she left bathed in light while the rest of us were in the darkness.