4/30/20: And Today Is

chicken gizzard—

rubbery, endlessly

eternal

2/2/20: A Thing With Feathers

even one-wing

limp, no bird outlives

desire

a January

bird shrieks—loneliness, it’s own

havoc

waking

mid-realization—birds

have moved out

do sparrows

wonder if they’ve spoken

too truthfully?

as the L arrives,

I hear your coo—throat-

deep and sure

birds fly back,

and we emerge from hiding,

blinking against light