Inside
Inside is a redness outside is dust. Inside is a bird only a bird can make that sound.
Needle
In between the feather and the leaf is the drifting needle. It is tender and true.
Nothing Pretty
Dangerous and fainting. A large box is customary.
Milk
If the name is something white then the inside is burning. Oh, burn! Better that you love.
Aim
Here, a yellow bird. Here, waiting and humming and waiting. Wind, take these sails and let them touch.
Man
Anger and bile and fingers it is like weaving.
Outside
Outside is a branch nothing rests upon.