"I look all night but you swim with flow charts written miles from here." -Julie Doxsee, from Objects for a Fog Death

Well I Don’t Know

All the birds are coming together

converging is a better word

for the piles of bird-food

only that these aren’t piles of bird-food

I try to tell them

these are hundreds

of rabbits

these are bears

all hibernating

these are different types of trees

growing in the forest

this is me and this

is my shadow

this is your finger

and it’s in your nose

the birds don’t understand me

they all swoop down

hawks vultures penguins pigeons chickens

every bird

and they start

with the rabbits and bears

the forest is devoured

soon enough

you’re devoured

soon enough

and now all the birds are

advancing on me slowly

the kings of this new world

covered in bird shit

and I pray that they don’t eat me

but I wish they would just eat me