Poems from The Bird
I spend my life lounging on a double-sided fence,
On one side, the fence is invariably immaculate
and painted a winter of freshly fallen...
I kill myself
with words
that I can’t say
for the sake
of those who
have mistakenly
put their faith
in me,
and I,
who is lost
in battles...
Frail like a rabbit
with eyes like a deer,
A strange little habit
for a child, timid and queer.
A tiny nose stuck in books
and a mind...
I have fingers which long to write,
but I discover too often that my head can’t find the words.
The paper crumbles when the pen touches...
The smell of sharp mint from delicate plants,
the tiny roly polies crawling on the cement, and
the worry-free laughter of children as they...