Extremities

as if at the event horizon of a black hole

we go to extreme lengths

out on a twig i see asterisks as halos

i twitter like a finch in a cage

you are beside yourself

an angel of anxiety in perpetual molt

let’s feather our nest with eviction notices

get to the bottom of this hope chest

cedar wood fresh as the day it was cut

perfect for the coffin of a stillborn child

or some other cherished unknown