I Wasn't Antisocial But I Had To Make Another Life
I was addicted to bird seeds. They said it was a sign of misinformation. The spat away shell. Seed on the floor like a feather. Couldn’t stop until my lips cracked. I loved to watch them pile up. When children would get sent on school trips to beaches to clean up my mess, I would look at them and continue my spray. I loved to walk up and down Green Lanes with a butterfly knife and jab in zig zags if anyone tried to tell me to stop. In parachute pants and clogs, I blended into new north London once I put the blade away.