The feet of the boreal chickadeeElizabeth Bradfield
(lizard-scaled, iguana-clawed, curled tight) are slate blue (blue of stone, of blood other than mammalian). Inside the hermit thrush's mouth, sunflower petals splay hunger. O speckle me, stripe me, shade me from this flesh so uniform. Feather me. Give my tongue a true barb so sliding from a mouth it catches and pulls breath, soul, the pulsed red esophageal lining. Love and wonderment. Wonderment. Let a mouth startle, let your hands on me seem blue and scaled, seem impossible terrible strange
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