I was born with a bird's nest in my chest
there were three eggs in it
two grew to be lungs
the other a heart
the lungs are land birds, like ostriches
the heart finally developed wings after 25 years of malnourishment
it is trying to fly
it wants to leave
perhaps this is why brewster mccloud is so dear to my heart
he is my heart.
fluttering, beating, beak-banging, rib-cracking,
pounding, breaking, scratching
heart, you cannot leave
you're my bird
i will feed you seeds and lard
and give you water
chirp when the girls walk by
bathe in my blood
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