the hot sun beams down on my bald head. Murphy, obviously, at my side. second coffee. air conditioning blaring. birds chirping. itchy neck and white fluff balls floating in the air. they always manage to find me. land on me. bug me. the family still sleeping. surprisingly no lawn mowers or car alarms yet. surprisingly not many fireworks last night. loud useless fireworks that have been the same loud useless fireworks for thirty years. adults “oohing and awwing” as their screaming kids run away screaming and playing tag or soccer. adults drinking in their baggy track pants or tight Lululemon “knock off” shorts and baggy shirts. the fat of their bellies semi hidden by their oversized shirts and oversized mugs. my beard beginning to re-emerge slowly. it’s amazing how much it makes me feel different. how much confidence it gives me. i feel so dull when clean shaven. i feel so ugly when clean shaven. i feel so normal when clean shaven. now a fluff ball on my hand. birds chirping louder and louder. cars starting. need to get a run in before we go to Toronto for a swim. also need to get in a dog walk. needs. and needs. and needs. the air feels humid. i hear a small plane in the sky. i don’t look up because it’s too bright. too sunny. i end up looking up and see nothing. still hear birds chirping or birds fighting. maybe even birds fucking. do birds fuck? how do birds fuck? are they worried that their parents will find them and yell at them or spank them? do parrots fuck pigeons? so many sounds. not peaceful sounds. air conditioners. yappy birds. yappy kids. some weird screeching that sounds like some animal I have never heard of or a baby. who knows? i am hot and lost for words. lost for ideas. lost and found never really working in my favour. i feel some sort of bug on my neck. i am now sweating and it is not even 9am. i shouldn’t have woken up so early. i should have stayed in bed. Murphy sleeping beside me. i woke him up too early too. too much action out here. too dull. i just woke up and all I hear and see and feel are annoying yappy birds. suburban birds. dull suburban birds.
WHEN DO BIRDS FUCK?
WHEN DO BIRDS DIE?
DO BIRDS FUCK DUCKS?
DO BIRDS FUCK GEESE?
AT WHAT AGE DO BIRDS START FUCKING?
DO BIRDS HAVE BIG FAMILIES?
too loud.
too hot.
too dull.
i am going for a run.