animal parcels

my heaven is smashing tapes that are going to be thrown away anyway--

" ," Bethany sent.
and all I can imagine is how
a life with just a music box sounds.
it sends me reeling down the side of the
curvature of the earth, 3 thousand horse power
down a five mile street and not enough in her pantry to eat
spins and twists and helpful back pains and I'm primed to laugh again.

baby, I see my falcon with the snowstorm
practicing her pirouettes and pulling, by proxy,
at the ebbing parcels
of bone marrow inside of me
favor & heart break,
flying,
flapping beside me (a heart as
big as all outdoors)