When Does the Body Stop Being a Bird?

All year there's been a bird in the street
Not a nest on the asphalt or cross on the curb
She is songless and still on the earth
When does the body stop being a bird?
Spider climbs the front porch light to dine the night your best friend dies
She hangs there from a silk line to guide the lost into the afterlife
I wanna find new constellations so we can name them after our pets
So when we're lonely we just lift our heads
All year there's been a wreath at the southwest end of E North St
Pink white and green
To mark the place your last breath left your body
Grief is a sweater in March when it's hot
But you won't take it off until it shreds at the end of the road
In case somebody knows just where you are on the earth



Credits
Writer(s): Amie Hall
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