Heather gave me a necklace last night It has a black feather encased in transparent plastic "Feathers are freedom," she said With drunken misty eyes I put it on as she explained in her beautiful way What she was trying to convey I heard nothing but dulcet toned gestures from her lips Let me tell you something about this Heather She's the only Heather I know that goes by her name for there are many but she is mine with this word: be I worked it out you see after... the raging hangover from a vodka infused celebration! Brain and bones are false youth on the dance floor everyone is fifteen when the dj drops The Smiths For all the knowing there is to lose yourself in For all the feeling there is to drown by For all the fists there are to throw at injustice! I woke up this morning with a black feather from Heather between my breasts exclaiming "Freedom," she said I got up (will continue to) trinket become badge a release in my head.
