Bird Pictures - Deloris

Bird pictures and lamps

Pins that stripe on her pants

Skylight snapshots of trees

A doona and controlled heating

Her breath

And me

She’s asking if I’m so sure that i’m fair

She’s actually searching for her words in the air

And I’m wondering if a chest-bone can tear

And the clouds are like air-ships

Each one spiralling down

In flames and chrome linings

I’m sorry if your feet weren’t on the ground

I’m complaining about what I haven’t heard

So she’s talking about the spaces between words

But I’m not so sure

There’s even those anymore

When they mean that I have to say all this

When like feathers

The salt just rolls off her lips

When they sound

Like snapping wings

And the clouds are like air-ships

Each one spiralling down

In flames and chrome linings

I’m sorry that your feet weren’t on the ground

Bird pictures and lamps

She’s stroking her hands

And talking little details she had planned

So I’m unhooking her birds

She says she wants to leave me only hurt

But I’ve got her hair

All over my shirt