Dear birds, nothing works the same way twice.
I was thinking birds with extremely long necks and my sister sees I was using words I didn’t know she nods and we know a voice my mouth uses rain to say the body is a sequence that counts as it moves the body is a museum where we apologize for our voices … If I say my eyes are quotation marks pulled across the sky, I mean the way a beaten wing is parallel to treading water. I’m sorry for transcribing the incendiary tenor you never wanted read into your movements.
Dear birds, there is no natural light here.
