I return covered in feathers like
an exotic bird. I can fly but I can swim as well. I’m a fish, a shiny, salty fish. I am of a binary nature I
say. Oh dear, that’s just to fool my self. My nature is far more than binary-
it’ s too complicated. It’ s almost unknown to my conscious self. I try to
catch a snake but it slips away from my slippery hands. Oh dear. It gets away
as soon as I feel sure that I’ve caught it. Therefore, I cannot fish a fish, I
cannot hunt an animal. I plant flowers instead. Flowers relax me. I feel calm
as I plant the seed and see it grow. I feel secure with this controlled motion,
a safe liveliness. I let it be and it lets me be. I love you flowers. Grow.
Grow. Grow. And let me crawl upon you so I can reach the sky. Let me approach
the sun. But not too close. Getting too close to light is getting too close to a
burning wound. I prefer a blanket instead. I need its warmth. I need a blanket
instead. A blanket. Please.
