Bird Speak

I pick up nuances of language, like imprints upon my mind – depending upon who I am frequently interacting with.

So like, when my phone slipped out hanging from my robe as if to angle perfectly – then fell smashing hard against my forefoot, I exclaimed, “Ouch! Bitch – gonna hurt my toe?!”

And then, rubbed my toes roughly to dissipate the pain’s ache, laughing at my capacity ruefully.