plummet

 i wish i was a bird. birds eat chipotle crumbs off the sidewalks and call it day. they fly up to a lofty branch to perch and then fly off again. maybe they don’t even remember the previous perch. if i were a bird, i’d will the wind to sweep my wings out of control, to slam me into the asphalt. maybe a kind soul would witness my plummet and come “check if that poor thing is alive.” i don't think i would be.