Menagerie

Little dipper of cream, you are a bunch of spit- on fur and your bird shoes your plinks– I have scooped you up from your leaning over, tiny hopper. I know they try you, et tu fruit, but don’t lie to yourself, bird. Your big egg is hard pressed to find better cheeks than these, [...]

the socking. The schooner ticking itself to the bay. Fed light of moon on my mouth. I knew you briefly flinging about, the glassy balcony, lofting the seeds so to birds you were. You were birds about to come to the skiffs. It was next. I mean you to be next to the sea, haul [...]

There were birds and birds of squirrels and elk, elegant birds, red and white ones. A bird that fell and hurts and ones all wet running. And birds where birds pump; eating the great sky, and birds for hire. There were. A bird in certain cases, and overblowing lightly, and seeing the sky shallower and [...]