bird watching

it’s only on my way to work

that i feel like a myth.

i had an ex convince me

that birds were watching us.

we stood together reading BIRDS ARENT REAL

in a Barnes & Nobles,

looking over my

shoulder, occasionally

i knew deep down that

i was not the girl

to believe in such

fantasies,

but for him i

could be anything

he wanted. i was

not anything

at that point.

on my way to work

the birds are myths

and i lose myself

in this memory, i

am the myth

and i never

believed him.

(birds and lies and love)