Wednesday, Jan. 28, 2009
4:04 p.m.
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A woman stops outside, the officer that patted me down. "Look," she says, and points at me. "In there, she has a phone, and a television, and a window." Children press their faces against the window and flit by. I am in a fishbowl. I am on display.
The last one stops, maybe ten, with a green puffy jacket and a green beanie. An entomologist. He stops and watches my wings flap against the pins. He smiles. I smile.
Heartwarming, terrifying, some strange cross of the two. An ant under a magnifying glass. I burn. I am satisfied.
A horrible warning.