The birds started to fall on my lap
one by one ---
just like the baby bird
that fell into the mouth of my dog
after the mama threw her baby
off the nest forcing it to fly.
I could not stop the birds
from falling onto my lap.
He does not love me.
It started with the bird that flew
into my window as I sped down
the highway and died in my backseat.
Her neck perfectly twisted
after hitting my chest.
My head bopping to a song
like the dog on the dashboard.
You know those birds --
the ones that lift
your toes off
I am sure you have met these birds.
Of course you have.
And if you have not,
I am sorry
For even in death,
It is still better to have loved than….
Did you know that a ton of feathers
weighs the same as a ton of bricks?