Sarah Ulicny
Joined May 2021
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The Aviary
When you check into the Aviary, they take away your shoelaces, phones, pens, headphones, purses, wallets, aspirin, keys, and plastic bags. Then, they give you a cockatiel; everyone gets a cockatiel. They name it for you; they name it after you. It says all this right in the brochure. It’s the morning of day 5 and my brain feels like a mangy, buzzing porcupine. My cockatiel, Alice L. Karp, sits on a rusted copper perch in a rusted copper cage that dangles from the ceiling. The single bright peach circle on her butter-yellow cheek is so perfectly formed it looks like a design flaw. Not one thing in nature is perfect, and that’s easy to forget.
By Sarah Ulicny3 years ago in Fiction