Birds killing each other.
Watching through the
window of this skunked-
up room. Suddenly, boom!
I’m the only one in the pool.
I’ve got it all under control.
“It’s a gas, you twit!” 5am.
Empathy for the enemy. Birch
es and beeches. A massage
therapist is teaching a barista
how to wallpaper. Pattern-free
brown. There’s a man splashing
belly-deep at the shallow end,
a dead bird floating at his neck.
