Angelica Fuse writes

Birdie

a birdie
greets me 
in the morning,
tweeting:
Why the fuck are
you up so early?
he perches
on my finger
but there is no
bird
and I hope I don't
lose my finger.

Hamadryada -- Bezt [ETAM CRU]

Angelica Fuse writes

Sound of Silence Breaking

ice cracks 

in the sound 

of our silence breaking

we cannot 

handle the eye 

contact 

moment of quiet

so we crash 

smash 

whatever we can

to make some 

noise.

  Cracking the Surface -- Alexey Trofimov.

Angelica Fuse writes

Blackbird Heart

there is a burning

cawing

sound clawing

at my inmost self

I perch on a wire

and watch

as you pass

knowing I will never

have the courage

to hop down

and greet you.