Deboned

whenever
i debone
a bird, i see
how she
might
have moved
as she
walked
and pecked,
preening
feathers
for flight
(not quite),
how muscles
into which i rip
were once full
of blue hum
and chicken spark.
eating this small god
i pray to be
opened,
swallowed
by sky,
this stark.

2010

One Response to “Deboned”

  1. Bopper says:

    I. Miss this poetess.

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