sometimes at night, i wake up. i hear them running down the empty street outside my apartment.
softly laughing and rustling in the night air. i go out on my balcony, but i cant see them, but i know they are watching me.
waiting for me to turn. they whisper teases and taunts that float in and out of the streetlight buzz. i strain.
i go back inside. curl up on the couch and suffer my imperfection. someday. i will be a zomboy too.
i will learn the language that i already know. i will speak the unspeakable and i will say it with a smile.
someday it will be my birthday. the branches outside are moving. i can almost hear them singing. i fall back asleep.