We make a family


In the bright sun
I dream of
a fat shamanic bird
with the love of a vulture
and a vulture's pink skin

But in the night I dream
of the tiniest rainstorm
and the orange
train that runs through it,
full of fleas

And inside each dream
are the tools I was left,
a sewing machine
and a taste for self-sacrifice,
and the color of the water
in which I am swimming, bluer,
bluer by the minute


- Jessica Fjeld (from Sixth Finch)

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