It’s the end of season
walking outside of the hospital
I feel the lost ghosts
buzzing under trees
her cat died
so crow friends gather
I don’t have a key
I don’t even know what it looks like
but you’ve got a place to put me
where you know
you’re better
and prettier
and smarter
that way
you’ll know where to find me
where to cut me
the gifts you give drop in my lap
drop from your mouth
like vomit from last nights whisky
only the glasses you’ve stolen
have heard your lies and believe them
wading through mud has made our capes filthy
the last light is red
signaling
all the bird eggs inside of me
have rotted
in the heat of my blood
