By the window, caring for a stupid bird
I lost it. Found myself a sprinter
in a fireplace all sealed up. Cutting boxes,
7Ws of natural light condensed to a single
picture frame. Ugly. Not defined enough to
comment. Not here just now but smoking
by the window
not funny but I guess that’s your opinion.
I never really cared but looked. Could never re-
define the need to stare at every feather
crooked. Didn’t think enough about
Every single bird I know
is angry with me. Every single
window is a fucking prison.