Birds inhabit
my body.
Their feathered claws
prickle me.
As I stand,
a question haunts me:
What does my body look like?
A dry branch or cold jelly
that shakes when moved?
My mouth is full of feathers…
I spit and they fly away,
but then get stuck to the red jelly.
There is no empty space.
Birds hook their claws all over me.
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