I am the bird that everyone knows.
Never sees, only feels my presence.
Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.
My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,
my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.
On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,
unavoidable.
I am cursed;
you are cursed.
I am cursed to live with you,
with everyone.
You are cursed with my presence,
but you can adjust to let me fit
make room
even though I'm unappreciated.
I am here
no matter what.
It was what, four and a half weeks ago?
sometime after school ended
I wanted to stay for the whole time
I brought snacks for everyone
bagel chips and hummus
I'm running
I'm flying
my legs move
back and forth
forth and back
on
and on
and on
faster
faster
the air is avoiding me
I run from my chaser
endlessly
Underwater
it's nearly silent
incredibly quiet
all sharp sounds softened by the waves.
Underwater
all of the loud, nagging noises of life fades into a faint murmur
bearable for once.
Underwater
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