birds of a feather

i've been feeling abstracted from the flock lately, coming up empty and inadequate in any and every sort of social situation, and yesterday, when my entire family donned cozy slippers and i was left standing in my hole-ridden socks i felt keenly my position as outsider, as Different.

but today i fight back
fight for my place in the flock

and these are my weapons

**as a side note: i've misplaced my battery charger for my good camera somewhere in the rampant chaos of my bedroom so until i rediscover it i'm afraid my iphone will have to do**

i want to do better at keeping up with this
and my various flocks