between_a_whisper_and_a_scream
crOwl
listen
to
the
sound
i
make
words
that
form
sentences
thoughts
flying
out
like
a
mother
bird
from
her
nest
and
i
am
the
babybird
left
behind
.
"
i
want
to
grow
,"
i
say
. "
there's
this
growing
hunger
only
you
can
fill
.
come
back
soon
with
worms
dangling
from
your
beak
."
but
,
when
one
falls
from
the
nest
,
it's
not
me
.
i'm
not
that
dead
one
being
devoured
by
ants
.
050527
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from