“Here is the bird you swallowed at one in the morning
making a resurgent flight up your windpipe.
It’s ten and the sun’s up;
you’re sitting holding a coffee cup
chewing your lip
fighting back wings
biting on a beak—
now is not the time for early morning thoughts
to breathe air. At one someone kissed you
all you want to do is tell someone else,
say you’re a sinner; at one you believed the fairytales they told you;
you had faith;
at one you worshiped in dirty-fingered red-handed revelry.
It’s ten and you have talons in your throat.
You tossed in the crown, opened your eyes,
drank your coffee and stepped to the ground.
You’re learning that being human is closing teeth on an animal
and keeping it down.”