As a rule, my sister didn’t care for social gatherings,
though when she went she carried away
a palpable feeling of euphoria. This wasn’t, however,
the euphoria of “a good time,” but of someone
who’d managed to pass unseen through the field
of other people’s stares. In this and other respects,
she reminded me of those blue translucent birds
(“so the hawks can’t see them against the sky”)
Marlon Brando describes in The Fugitive Kind.
Those legless birds that “don’t belong no place
at all,” and so stay on the wing until they die.
-Sherod Santos, excerpted from The Pilot Star Elegies