Feathers for Armor

Let your feathers protect you. It’s a violent world. Pull a Rushdie if you need to, but come up for air and double down on your efforts. This world will try to kill you and there’s no guarantee that it won’t succeed. It’s currently winning by the way.

You can only fit so many lazy Sundays into one year. You’ve done this before. You’ll do this again. Look around you. This is it. Truly.

Be your own personal Megan Bloomfield. Everyone is retracting their fangs when your back’s not turned. It’s on you to protect your veins. You’ve been Nosferatu with the shades. They took a different approach. Don’t dwell on it. Move on.

It’s all in your head. It’s all in their mouths. You’ll never get the soap close enough to their lips so your only hope is to dump out your waste basket cranium.

Is this where you want to be? Defending your life to a coked-up asshole at a bar? We’ve been over this before; one hand feeds and one hand beats. Wait for the latter to get close enough and tear the flesh from the bone – and then run. Don’t let them put you down. Don’t quench their bloodthirst; quench your own thirst.  The water[s] flow bountifully - when you’re ready.

It’s a nuclear winter year-round out there. You’re not going to survive. Let your feathers keep you warm.

“Feathers for Armor“ was originally published as “Look What They Did to Kanye” in the Historical Fiction zine and was re-titled to reference a different pop star (because the author has not learned their lesson about wealthy people’s inevitable lack of morals) on March 6th, 2020.