Three Moments in the Life of a Bird:

1) I am skirting around brick streets, bobbing up, bobbing down
around the edge of a man's vision. He wears black leather- I can barely fly.

2) I am re-hatching but not from an egg, but from the dark in the folds
of green sheets. This is what happens when you say you love me.

3) I am picking the worms out of myself and offering them to you, building a nest I am proud to lay in. Singing your name your name your name your name...