The day before....

Tears. White nuckle fear of a needle. They talk to make me feel safe. Dad holds my hand and pushes in the needle. I start to drift. My sister puts on some Dylan to help me relax. With a blushing face, I listend to every word as I ramble on and on about the god damn bird. The ride home is a happy jumble. The bird still hangs in my eyes, as does the song. I lay down and let "The IT girl" enter my head...so happily I enter pain.