four birds.

I am not myself.



Talking to those boys, I could only make them smile by swearing. So, I cursed; swore like a sailor. By the end of the hour I had them all in tears.
The umbrella I was carrying made a shadow the size of the sun; and underneath it, as I passed by windows and looked into them at, I looked like a smaller version of myself.
That's the kind of shit you can do here! (The tall one in the Raiders jacket caught my eye and I wanted to teach him things).
At the end, I sat them all down in the room and looked at all their faces and knew I hadn't said a word they'd remember. Well. My hangover began to reappear, and I waved my goodbyes. When I walked back out into the rain, having left the umbrella in the closet inside, I cracked my knuckles all at once. It made me remember that this body isn't mine.