"god is teaching them a lesson by wildfire."

"and pigs might fly."

i can see the insects up your back
crawling your skin like their colony, picking
on the tender white until it becomes red
your nails, sharp and pearly nails as they
scratch the lumps and everything
and yet despite your efforts, they persist

perhaps you and i have much
more in common than i thought

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i hate winter
and the cold weather always seems to get to me
i would love to migrate somewhere warmer
somewhere my seasonal depression would never eat at me

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i always flee from things
and leave things that are good for me
i would love to be able to run away from my problems
run away from people that love me and never look back

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i long for family
and raising kids
i would love to make a family that is better than the one i grew up in
to make a home full of love

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i wish i was a part of a flock
and have people to count on
i would love to have a group that always gets along
always there for each other

i wish i was bird