when you said that no one really wants what is good for them. The people are waking now, cooking their eggs. At night, I fancy myself the good,

unwanted thing, but it is dawn now & to you, I am no one. I wanted love, so I opened my mouth, but you pressed a finger to my lips & I know

I am meant to swallow all this down, the song & desire, the blood just like wine, the dream of eggs in the morning & all that rain,

but I will not swallow today. Your name a pearl I hold on my tongue for just one day more. Mouth full of love enough to live on.

Photographic Composites Document the Mesmerizing Flight Trails of Vultures, Crows, and Bats

“Lockdown Gulls (Sea Ranch)”

— The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton