The signal
that you’re done
in the early morning
cuckoo I am a
kinder regime than I ever dreamed
softer
tiny fibers in the sewn day
ply me
across lifelines
the child’s
hug that collapses
the run breathless other
better part of me
blood motes
transverse everything
god heart
animal mind
sometimes I don’t know I’m bleeding
other times I just think so
like the bird always hearing its wingbeat