Oh I Wish I Could Fly
The Sound Of A Penguin Singing To Me | please press play or keep it forever
“When I think about you I feel gray.”
I had been surrounded by secret wings all week and now I was standing in a Walgreens. I was in there by myself but waiting on another. I hadn’t needed anything but was along for the errand when I heard it. I turned and looked down across the aisle and there by herself was a beautiful older woman with platinum hair, blue eyes and dressed all in red with a short skirt pulled taught over the tan of her skin. She saw me looking and said,
“I don’t know how to make it stop.”
I walked over towards her and replied,
“I don’t want it to stop.”
Embarrassed by the singing penguin, she walked away and I stared at her why she did. Then when no one was looking, I hit record, I pressed its foot and I tried to not cry.
This same day I had watched a puppy fly. I photographed it all in gray. Later this same day, I watched a bird fly. I photographed it all in gray too. Then even later, in the darkness, I met a woman with wings inked onto her forever. I paid her to let me touch them and I then paid her to let me photograph them, in all their colors.
You See, I Wish I Could Fly Too, Just Like That Black & White Singing Penguin Whose Wings Don’t Work