#41

Before the leaves grow back the bird nests appear as rheumatic lumps on the branches of the trees. She looks at her own knotty joints and tried imagining life springing forth, little birds chirping instead of bones grinding and synovial fluid popping. Synovial sounds too much like jovial, she thinks. There is nothing joyous about the havoc being wrought on my insides. But still, springtime is beautiful.