I’ve been friendly.
I’ve been frightened.
I’ve been fake.
But I’ve never been fierce.
I’ve been frustrated.
I’ve been forgotten.
I’ve been forgiving.
But I’ve never been fierce.
I wanna be fabulous.
I wanna be flamboyant.
I wanna flaunt what I’ve got.
I want to be fierce.
I go back to the group.
“I’m gonna go,” I say to whoever is listening.
Lennie looks at me sympathetically.
“Mikey, what happened with that guy?”
“It was nice,” I say, “but he had to go.
And I’m not feeling this place anymore.”
Sienna says, “Well, we were just talking
about heading back to Kim’s.”
As soon as we get in the taxi, I fall asleep
on Sienna’s shoulder.
“Not all angels have white wings,”
says The Black Flamingo in my dream.
I am also a black flamingo
in this dream. The two of us are
standing on the pebbles
of Brighton Beach. The sea foam
laps at our webbed feet.
Seagulls circle above.
