it's snowing in Boise. everyone shares a very thought out collection of scarves and comments on poor road etiquette. i can imagine the build up of crisp air waiting for you to dive off a board like a bomb and into your car. all the warm drinks you pick up with both hands and hover your mouth over the top sippy cup, trying not to burn what little taste buds you have left for the week.
did you know we present ourselves as birds of paradise? well, we do. here is a dance, for you to see my body move. i can be so agile. i can slow you down. there i've left you a piece of my feather. so you can study its translucent qualities, deep and saturated hues i've spent my whole life growing. did you know i call out for you? i'm hard to catch, but im coded to call for your attention. and if you don't see me, i'm here anyway. ceremoniously torso-ing my hips, singing into my own echos.
we hunt for each other. we catch the other bird. say this, "give me a chance." until one hooks her own leash to her neck and says, "i want love." that's me. i want love. the flailing of my leash has crippled me. it asks to be tamed, as absurd as one single snake off of medusa's head, whose tongue chants sssssssssss and i realize how disheartening this message must be.
how many bright eyed birds will i turn to stone? how many gorgeous creatures will come to hold my leash and i wont let you love me? show me yours and ill give you mine? i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine.
did you know we present ourselves as birds of paradise? well, we do. here is a dance, for you to see my body move. i can be so agile. i can slow you down. there i've left you a piece of my feather. so you can study its translucent qualities, deep and saturated hues i've spent my whole life growing. did you know i call out for you? i'm hard to catch, but im coded to call for your attention. and if you don't see me, i'm here anyway. ceremoniously torso-ing my hips, singing into my own echos.
we hunt for each other. we catch the other bird. say this, "give me a chance." until one hooks her own leash to her neck and says, "i want love." that's me. i want love. the flailing of my leash has crippled me. it asks to be tamed, as absurd as one single snake off of medusa's head, whose tongue chants sssssssssss and i realize how disheartening this message must be.
how many bright eyed birds will i turn to stone? how many gorgeous creatures will come to hold my leash and i wont let you love me? show me yours and ill give you mine? i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine.