A History of Fashion
Brian D. Morrison
Eric and Audrey parroted the bird. They wore its feathers, glued its gleaming talons to their nails. They were beautiful birds. The bird’s beak was neglected, as Audrey felt certain the ornament was too much. The accessories were elaborate enough without it. And the smell. In the middle of the bird, they found a worm and decided it belonged in their middles, so they split it for a meal. They feathered in the hopes that someone would marvel, that the onlooker would see that the Audrey-bird and the Eric-bird were more than concentrations of color, that all could rise above the script of phylum, flight inevitable. They wanted to know the bird without its squawk and glamour because they felt without. Because no one looks at a bird and thinks, my, that’s an ugly thing.
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