I’ve put down a chair
where there wasn’t one
& then welcome more distance

starlings suffocate my call
so all you’ll know of any snow
will come to you from the sky

for the next world bring only your back
or anything that you’ve stolen
& breathed into w/night

a vulture chick’s circles
its throat all aflame
& its heart filled with hunger

I think back to my mother
her winter boots capsized w/blood
& my tiny fists lit from within

what will the wind have to say
of the new grass & calm?
what does any past want w/recovery?

I’m glad it is you & not the hornets again
somewhere I hope they pay
good money for these tricks
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