Pocky, a zine.

It’s a story about how I got my first pet bird.

It all started one rainy evening back in my old apartment in Queens. I was in the living room when I heard a few taps on the window.

Surprised, I looked outside. A blurry, colorful blob was sitting on the fire escape railing.

Wanting to see more clearly, I pulled the window up a smidge-and the little thing just flew in. It went straight to the top of the easel on the other side of the room and tucked itself into sleep. It must have been exhausted from flying around in the rain.