the Magnificents

the Magnificents

I felt these birds before I saw them, a rustle of wind and a presence over my shoulder. When I looked up, I didn’t have a name for them, so I broke out into a full-body sweat, as if my every pore were calling out to them. I dubbed them the Goosebumps Bird, but later I learned that their real name is the Magnificent Frigatebird, a worthy title for a beast whose very Is-ness can make an otherwise solid human go liquid.