Tuesday, 24 May 2011

I did something really quite horrible when I was younger. For no real reason—unlike other bad things I have done. Animal annoyance, youth. I’m not here to confess the act. Just to say it exists.

I like to think that I’m not that person anymore.

I used to catch hummingbirds in my bare hands, feel their little chests thrumming with an energy defying the physics of their size, see their shiny eye beads question the situation, and then open my hand to watch them fly into the blue that is cerulean summer New Mexico.

But if I am not still the person who did that horrible thing, then I am no longer the person that caught hummingbirds either.

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