The sun is just beginning to push away the wash of grey - from slate, to a kind of oppressive blue - the sun will be here soon. There is a raven on the wires. He is loud and petulant, tired of being grouped with silly animals like hummingbirds and ostriches. He isn't fucking around, this raven, he will find his feast and he will tell no one. He keeps his cards close to his chest. Smart bird. I am not like a raven. I am like a long-legged hummingbird that cannot fly.
I woke with a kind of terror in my throat. Like a torrent of words might rush out. Or they might get stuck and never come out. I closed my eyes and tried to find my way back into sleep. I was denied. The bouncer was pretty cute, though.
I gotta do some things today, and I don't really want to do any of them. I would like to climb a beanstalk. I would like to lay in the grass atop a hill while the wind tickles my eyelashes. I'd like to be that raven, giving the eye to passersby, smiling a wicked smile because I know where the carcass is hidden.
I have no doubt that you know where at least one carcass is hidden.... Just one carrion per passenger, please.ReplyDelete
lol. Vulture airlines. ;)Delete