By Anonymous
That I were a black bird
Whip-feathered, hoarse-mouthed, brass-beaked
That the wind would carry my broken shrieks
Far enough for you to feel
Their wobbling message soak into your skin
That you would send a call back
Crystalline, soaring, beautiful
And that my black bird ears could drown
In your sound forever
That I would never be without you
But I am not a black bird.