short poem for you a fragile little bird
just all on the edge of spring
paralyzed by the sticky sunshine all caught on my bones i had a dream.
you were sleeping. split rib and those terrible eyes of yours.
i was cobwebbing your frame with gentlest
wishes like “dear so and so,
i know you can’t break, but if you did,
here, i’d mend you” that is,
all the things that you are,