autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

bird on a wire

I know this feeling,
this stone, hanging
strung on a wire
that does not thrum
dead weight, no resonance
all things that would prove life
no more, the bird on a wire
painful pun, deep breath
accept it, the truth beyond the lies
and all the words I do not send
spun into circles, then burned
incense for the incensed
rising to the sky, I wish it all away
while the stone hangs heavy, quiet
with its wire wrapped tightly, bound
somewhere in my chest
I ignore the throb
when I breathe, pretend that
if I wait long enough
I can be that girl from the coffee shop
canary bright with happiness
not your robin, your dove, not your finch
just your friend, welcome in daylight