T: You can be mad at me sometimes. Reminds me you’re human.
J: What makes you think I’m not human?
T: We’re kind of above human dealings sometimes.
J: Because you’re an angel and all?
T: Nah, the Kingdom is within me, not I within It.
J: A slice of Heaven, you are, indeed.
timid underneath his wing,
the aching cry grips tired wind.
into the night, her pain doth sing,
for only the dark knows why she’s sinned.
Monsters that roam
soldiers of the Inside
wage War upon her Home
and leave the Warned nowhere to hide
A: I get it. You’re still a young spring chicken.
T: …I get that a lot.
A: That’s probably not the phrase.
something about chickens being young
Fuckin’ google it.
T: I think it’s string chicken?
[begins googling...]
A: Definitely not string chicken
T: nope
A: spry? spy chicken?
young spy chicken.
young rye hen.
T: No, you’re right! It was spring.
A: Is it ‘young spring chicken’?
Did you really think it was ‘string’?
T: I did, hahaha
I thought it meant thin and young.
A: HA.
T: BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I WANTED IT TO MEAN.
A: You can make it mean whatever you want.
T: Okay, the phrase is she’s “no spring chicken.” Meaning “she’s” no longer young.
So spring chicken means young, I guess.
I’m a spring chicken.
—
Featuring the lovely and hilarious Alessandra.
camouflage of the previously-unseen fades.
in the dark, cast shadows roam.
scream at confusion. but hide,
for its identity is already known.
