written on a blank page above a sticker nametag: Hello My name is May
At Chesterwood written on a blank page above a sticker nametag: Hello My name is May Birds doing their bird living in between leaves & twigs & the fallen- in- their- beak- seed or a breathing thing briefly wriggling. Their diamond maws are broad across their entire face then break the jaw of their nest-mate to make it through their almost fledged month with this old brood. It’s a bird eat bird world out there. Clutch it. Clutch this brief unsteady living. This getting on with things. & OH! the sky they’ll gain for the passing of it! How one minute there’s a half a katydid in their throat & the next they’re cold, their others flown, this twiggy home’s poking their breastbone, & all the while this moment folds to this moment folds to this moment—so, clearly, naturally, no? So. ...