ghostly birds,

we’d go to parties just to see how many people we could fool. i liked to watch my lies evaporate by the fire. i told a boy with hair down to his shoulders that we had been picked to go on an expedition into the deepest part of the ocean. i could make up any story and when esther would find me she’d never miss a beat. he’d ask her for confirmation and she’d start talking about a new type of shark while i’d lift my hands to my face. i remember him looking at me, bottle clutched in his hand like a life raft “it has whiskers like a cat” i’d say.
and we always left parties early, climbing backwards through the smoke. we’d go to sam’s and watch the guys play pool when they could even see straight. they’d ask us what we were doing tomorrow and we’d talk about diving lessons for when we were finding mythical catsharks. their cues would then point at our laughing faces and they’d tell us we were full of shit.

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