Yesterday I peeled off my skin and hung it on the clothesline
to dry. Two tiny sparrows came and tried
to pluck at my bones, laid bare underneath layers of tissue,
but were driven away once they realized
I had no heart.
Yesterday I peeled off my skin and hung it on the clothesline
to dry. Two tiny sparrows came and tried
to pluck at my bones, laid bare underneath layers of tissue,
but were driven away once they realized
I had no heart.