Outside my window, there is a bird melting, dripping from the sill onto the cat waiting below, feathers congealing in a tattoo of wings across its shoulders while the little claws tangle in its twitching tail like burrs, or perhaps just a reminder of where you draw your strength from, trailing behind you like empty cans tied to a wedding carriage, and tipping red and bitter down your throat from your wine glass as her father twirls the bride across the dance floor and you wonder what good the memory of wings does.
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