Bold like a Bird

The bird sat on the wire. Until another bird landed on the wire next to it. And I heard them chirp, and I wondered what those words and melodies would sound like in human until the first bird spread its wings and soared far away from the second bird who continued to remained perched not worried that it was now alone.

throw away your old bank statements

In the hidden depth of my blocked messages folder on Facebook remains an elephant graveyard of insults. A litany of accusations. Back and forth pleas to stop messaging, marked by “you think you’re better than everyone else” sentiments. I can’t even see the profile of the person in question. They, too, are blocked. And the…