how would you describe yourself?
the true question is
how would the birds describe me?
I hide within the bell jar
letting the air stagnate around me
as the birds circle around.
a center of melted individuality
warring with a people-pleaser crust.
a bird lands on the lid.
the bell jar stirs, and I grip
onto its edges, fighting the stillness
until at once the birds attack
and the lid flies off and I’m
consumed by the birds, cracked-
open bones’ marrow scooped out
and I am laid, flat on back,
wondering if the sky, too,
will crash upon my shoulder.