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From Three Blocks West of Wonderland, a collection of poems published by Ekstasis Editions.
We plan, like architects to bring the outdoors in, parrot like realtors the charms of a tree house, for up on this hill, birdsong is tangible. We always get what we want, camouflaged in our mossy cabin, high above the threshold of discovery. Open sky. 360-degree views. Proximity to water. Reliable food sources. Plenty of nesting material. Gravel flies from under the foot of a rabbit fleeing a resident eagle. Ravens and jays battle over kibble, shit bomb the deck. They want in, past windowpanes that trick them. Frenzied. Talons flashing, they enter through a door in the firmament. I guide them outside, stunned at the feel of wing bones. Banging hearts. A hummingbird goes stillborn in the cup of my hands, then, buzzers off, leaving a tang in my throat, a ring of ruby dust on my finger, incriminating as pollen.