I have been flying for hours, watching the foxes dig their holes
\nand unmaze the landscape. I have lost my mother. All day I search
\nfor grains of safety. Above the glassy circles, where the breeze
\nis traced in ripples, I understand freedom and its riddles
\nthough I cannot solve them. Perhaps a version without violence,
\nwhere I could perch on your wrist and caw apart the morning.
\nYou were remarkable in your nursing\u2014putting marbles in our water
\nso we would not drown, unstucking our baby necks from the fence links.
\nAnd there are afternoons where I see your shoulders, black
\nwith a panic of riffles, where I hear the hound and his urgency. If he
\nwere to find me, I would not fly, for I have seen how a loudness can burst
\nopen a body. The hound outpaces me, so I do not run, sit, rigid,
\npraying my feathers mimic this shade of straw just so\u2014I count
\nyour distance, the way my mother taught me, and you are already
\nlaughing at my undoing. I cannot reason you from the fox.
\nGun jaw, bullet fang, you are perfect halves, but if you should both
\nwitness yourselves ripping through my living\u2014my mother laid on
\nthe truck\u2019s bed, me beside her, our faces turned toward one another,
\nfamilied by red\u2014would you not feel feathers in your guilt, the sudden
\nneed to sing a mourning song, almost like a bird?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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