metamorphosis, time for

you have named your soul after the shade of the birds outside my window.
it rings, rolls
off the tongue. reeks of insecurity.
bile fills your lungs, air your stomach
water pours out from holes were you needed
wings to be. from inside a cocoon
the world shimmers purple-
trapped in the delta of a stranger. what marvels
you find here! stolen time and tinted songs.
outside, the leaves grow and grow and grow.


i always wanted to be an explorer. now i just want to be a bird.