I didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… more
I didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… more
That night, I dreamt about the cowbird again. It perched on the tip of my nose and laid its eggs in my mouth as I lay paralyzed across a long, flat rock. “You’ll get it someday,” my grandmother said, trying to quell my tears. “You’ll learn.”… more