Dear Night

Is the robin resting, dear Night? Or is this hole I’ve fashioned into a home the source of a nest upturned? To think the cause of this silence yearned for what my leafless limbs could gather and this hungry beak could break. All for the sake of a white-picket birchbox muted by the steel I…

For Juan

January 31st: (A response to Cornell’s: A Parrot for Juan Gris). Started: roughly 8:11. Finished roughly 8:55. In my dorm.) For Juan Who said that parrots were pretenders or that this world smiled when he did? You… custard-lipped Bramante, perched on your notions of ‘would’, when will you learn that digging your maltodextrined talons into…

Bird on a Wire

Bird on a wire, do you know how to love or are you predestined to favor the dove? -Amy Struthers