the sheer anguish of knowing you exist
corrodes where my happy fell

climbing out of you
is like clipping my wings
for a campfire.
snipping my glimmer
for paste
in a mortal and
pestle.

a craven cracked vessel
in a kestrel's
beak

like a handful of snake
and snow.

the last wind
up a flue
to kiss the carcass
of a dead
bird

is your laugh

and my
breath..