The Hair Nest Richard Mirabella
I cut all the hair off my body. What a mess. I gathered it up and
brought it outside to the garden, unwrapped it, fashioned a small nest, and
put it in the dirt among the columbines. The next day, a bird had taken it
over, which is what I'd hoped would happen. Every day, I checked on the bird
and waited for it to lay eggs. When it finally did lay one, I stole the egg
from the protesting bird, cooked it in a skillet, and ate it. I felt so
terrible after doing this, I hurried outside and found the bird, who was
angry with me, and stuffed her into my mouth, too. I had destroyed my
witness, but still felt ashamed. It faded. It always fades. How I want to
trick and eat the world, to be fed and alive, and be a horrible monster, and
kill and cook and eat, and be loved. >>>NEXT >>>
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