If you caught me year ago, i would have stuffed all these broken birds into my coat pockets,
balled-up fistfulls of crooked wings and taped up legs,
all cawing and hissing and vengeful-
Woulda anxiously stuck my fingers in to feel the bald spots and get pecked around my nail beds,
all chewing and spitting and messy and Sick-
but my Body’s grown too big now for all that spare room between hips and pockets; belly too full to entertain guests.
a woman gets bigger and bigger and bigger and all those birds get pushed clean outta her like a tube of toothpaste.
no more nests, no more feathers, no more loose thread from trying to sew it all together.