When Pigs Fly

Lately I’ve been waking up to find

the wall of my bedroom cleanly sliced

Away–like those “inside the titanic” models

I used to stare at as a kid. No more

white trusty wall, slideable

curtained windows , sill to put hands on

|Knowingly in enclosure|: there is simply a

Straight shot down the barrel to

TREE

AIR

WIND WHIPPING

BRIGHT SUN

DARK BODIED

BUGS and a voice, very small

saying

get out here !

I dont think so.

There isn’t anything you could do besides

Fall… Also

has this bird’s nest

always been empty on my pillow?