my voice
it left me
violently
it didn’t speak to me
it walked out on me
sped
over the humps of me
at the cliff’s edge
it grew lucifer’s wings
below
the other life
the old life
the past life
nests in my mouth
a severed tree
I wait I wait I wait I
nothing
only Mother returns
only Mother will
Her beak pours down my neck
feed yourself
She cries
She sings
You were supposed to be my messenger
I point to all the things
I am