Bird On a Wire.


I need this to write itself tonight.
I’ve hardly slept a wink since Tuesday.
It’s almost Thursday.
I spent the evening pacing my apartment
like a birthing wilder beast,
moaning
trying
desperately
to find
a comfortable spot.
I did
eventually
around 5am, I think.
It’s ok.
It happens.

I don’t feel much like a poster child for anything right now.
I’ve grown two tummies overnight, my eyes are bleary, I’m toasty tired by the fan
with a bed mate.
And a bird.
Though not on a wire–

x.

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