like some Snow White. Something
not quite right about
this one. Low-flying
titmouse, lilac to apple
tree to lilac to apple tree to
lilac to me. I'd swear I've
been alerted to an inborn
instinct, harmlessness and
sweetness, alighting dumb and
earthy from every ill lately or
soon to be done. My young
pup and I believe in our
beings domesticated; trained
or enchanted, I whelp his every
reaction it seems.
Who daimonion-ed who?
Lashing out after I
gave it up, drawing blood on
king's broad arrow,
weight of wages of knowing not
what we're wanting.
In our redemptive thaw,
he too tracks this
wanderer from the nest. Pins its
wings 'tween his teeth, and
delivers it back to me. I
wish I'd thought to stop
when all these creatures
of land, air, and sea
began falling.
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Lilly Merrill is making her way back to NYC soon, but hanging out in the woods of NH for now. She is on X and everywhere else at @ironhandslil.