she brought it up.

in the house made of balsa wood,
we commit to Ornithology
Ornithology Ornithology
injecting microscopes into veins and interrogating the atoms
"where did you go, those nights you didn't come home?"
"who named you, and your unstable orbital?"
I count the number of my victories like the pattern repeated
I check the boxes
tear apart the guts of each corpse to see how it died,
and what it ate before it ended

I press on,
drowning in Id,
Ornithology and the documented autopsies.