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Steller's Jay
03:28
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Rubber band stretched across my scapulae,
I wrench myself forward
hauling a caravan of misdeeds, ribcage
and exposed skin bared to icicle winds.
I am not resisting these changes.
Shape means nothing when you are buried
in mud or sand. I’ll tell you anything to sate
your parched lips, the world is drowning in my tale.
Forgiveness in the form of a jay
who perched on my railing pecks at the scattering.
Forgiveness capitulates in the face of a club,
carving any sharp tooth into sharper bullets.
When I carry you on my rigid back
I’ll take you to the land drowned in tears.
Drowned in a ghost every step of the way,
the trees wept cascades of sap.
A wound in my head won’t heal.
Daily it opens, evacuates thought;
I couldn’t place my tongue on memory,
but could tell you everything about the water.
It’s words that keep my mind reeling, a verbiage
tied tightly across my heart. A lie
exposing a cell block to burning air,
would that I could. Please hold that bird delicately
or it will grow wary of the seeds.
I cannot offer anything other than the seeds.
Gardens bristling with life in a loamy patch,
a thicket with fireweed blossoming.
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3. |
Their Talons Were Locked
15:10
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Call it a death spiral,
or entwined talons
proving gravity.
From this stand
will come a swarm
of spelling mouths
that open my door,
that opine for days.
A delicate and sick
enigma plays inside
of my code. A yearn
I can’t describe,
lacking diction, open
to the tender prods
I have invented.
A name for others
latched around my
exposed tongue.
The eagles circle
the carcasses, or
what remains.
Fought over the
scraps, fought over
a last breath that
could carry them
into other spheres.
I pick up rocks
and huck them into
the cold bay, cast
gorge of boulders
to ward off chills.
I could stand waist
deep in this water
just to watch birds
locked desperately
into the falling,
proving devotion
is not a human trait.
We caught nothing
but it was learning
to feel a loss and
cast that line again
and again until our
legs grew numb.
I won’t beg for love
but I will deem it
the carrion that I
mantle about when
I’m at my lowest.
Don’t tell me it’s
owed to anyone,
we just try to eat
and hold another
in our sharp hands,
just try not to hurt
flesh when out of
that blue we come
careening like twin
bolts. Maybe we can
hold on longer,
until approaching
that terminal plane
we splay out like
waves lapping over
banks of inlets that
brim with salmon.
I used to be some
nocturnal bird,
craned over night,
feast of malaise
every single moon.
Now I wake up
and listen to birds,
casting a gaze out
with tender hands.
A seed in fingers,
a scene of twelve
eagles swooping
down to claim
what the gulls
cannot defend.
I will plant seeds
springly, hoping
to see a change.
I will hold hands
with a tree, lean
into the eroded
ledge that elevates
those posts. I will
stare at that airy
form floating on
the currents above
and wonder how
to process all this
love. I can’t tell
if it’s gracious or
if it’s cold. I cast
and cast again,
my hands are here.
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4. |
Fought Over the Scraps
01:55
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6. |
My Wormlike Isolation
06:57
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Worm in Stasis
05:28
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The Orb Weaver
04:16
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I descend from in my web
lowered down on strings
I crucify my ancient self
to mold my form again
I chase a ghost along the silk
I want to be that thing
settled in the spiral core
waiting to seize my prey
I will be a galaxy
A realm of discontent
A venom necrotizing flesh
A trumpet for the end
I’ll sit upon this throne I built
Receiving what is sent
My gift to you is looking now
Into my wending web
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9. |
Rhizomatic Networks
04:30
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Faminebow Alaska
When you fall back asleep in the morning, I am there in your vivid dreams. When you touch the ice, I am kissing your hand.
When the sky fills with strange color, I am the arc of the rainbow through it. When the wind howls in the wet night, I am weeping in your ear.
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