Extremities

as if at the event horizon
of a black hole

we go
to extreme lengths

out on a twig
i see asterisks as halos

i twitter like a finch
in a cage

you are
beside yourself

an angel of anxiety
in perpetual molt

let’s feather our nest
with eviction notices

get to the bottom
of this hope chest

cedar wood
fresh as the day it was cut

perfect for the coffin
of a stillborn child

or some other
cherished unknown

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