Thanksgiving

Today is time

The blood the rain

They can only know

the ditch

The bird falls from the sky

Not because it can’t

But because it no longer will

The brains are big

But the hearts are broken

The strings tied around the turkey

Legs are black

with pain

And what angel might hold

The knife?

Where must we go

to feel

For one another

To fly

on purpose

To laugh

in earnest

I want to howl with the scared

and run on the beams

of the moon

If she’ll have me

Let my skin flake off crispy

Delectable to all,

The best part

For last

Learn my feet again

cut my toes

On crystal made of

Dreams

The taking is the lie

The giving is true

Truth feels a little

Like bleeding and

A lot like a cloud

full of rain

When it decides

Down down down with it all

Empty

Free.