this morning #32.

this morning, the morning birds chirp chirped just outside her fifth floor window, scattering as she crawled through it to the fire escape, an escape all wrought iron & bird poop reflecting in the sun. her newly shaven head let the spring breeze run amok as she gazed down at the tiny figures on the street below. they were all in such a cliche urban hurry. she was not. her mother had boarded a plane minutes earlier, desperate & bound for her daughter's west coast habitat to try to change all that. her mother did not look kindly upon her smoking, so her near-future opportunities for fresh air with pigeon shit & tobacco were dwindling. her mother cursed her promiscuity. "why not settle down?" mom would ask. "why not settle?" she would think as mom spoke with demand. all that she could think to do was smoke as the sun overtook the chirps.