saturated red-ribbon neck with
wavering wavelengths and
tremulous perches, your angry
bird heart peels my skin away
like it's been burnt.

hollow bones have forsaken you
again, tempting flight and
effecting fall. [flying is just
falling in reverse.]

chipper beaks and waterlogged
ears sink faster than stones.
not land, not air, not breathing,
not nothing.

[dear bird, do you hurt like me?]

skinned and sorrowed, broken songs
radiate from broken bones on a faulty radio.
a jump and fall,
insurmountable wall,
you're going nowhere.
you hit zero with the rest,
crash and burn with the best,
you're just like nothing.

drowning in water is a lot like falling
through air [but burnt lungs sting and rot
and falling feels like flying, if
you do it right.]

you're just a pseudobird with murderous laments
and hollow bones to match your heart.
sweet little faker, you're a dusting of
aspartame. lovely pretender,
i watch as you try to   fly,
                            fly,
                       fly,
and break with you as you
                     fall,
                           fall,
                                  fall.


[dear bird, do you fall for me?]